If I’m on death row, presumably it’s because I did something terrible. I’d probably starve myself, or at most order a plain boiled potato and end up not eating it (reference, anybody?). At any rate, I would not be in the mood for or have the freedom to enjoy something like a full meal at Matsukawa
No, not what I had in mind, but that’s a good guess (and a great book…I don’t remember, did a potato scene like that happen?).
But I did have that in mind when walking through Greenwich Village this past weekend. For any of my epistemology nerds out there.
Neighbor: “Hey Oskar, where are you going?”
Oskar: “Greenwich village.”
Neighbor: “Oh, you mean _Gren_wich.”
Oskar: “Oh, I thought it was pronounced phonetically.”
I didn’t see the Hanks movie, but that was one part of the book I thought they could not reproduce on film.
Anyway, the reference was to [SPOILER ALERT]. Bela Tarr’s The Turin Horse.
The ending is perhaps ripe for parody but it’s a holy shit moment if you watch it from start to finish. The first time I saw it, I was speechless for about 7 minutes. Utterly harrowing, and I watch this film at least once a year, preferably in winter, drinking Hair of the Dog Adam (Old Ale).
…actually, I’d rather be unjustly convicted than be guilty of actually having committed something warranting a death row conviction. I wouldn’t want to have perpetrated something that terrible. Though, if I’m unjustly convicted, the actual guilty party would possibly still be free and pose a public danger…
I’d much rather not have to face either situation. This thread is quickly becoming complex, sorry!
In any event, if I knew the end was very near, for whatever reason, I’d probably just have a great drink with family and friends, then face the music.
I was totally thinking about that when I wrote it! I was like, “I wonder if Chowseeker’s gonna ask me about that???”
My most beloved one is the store-bought frozen mochi. I don’t recall the brand. And, since it’s been like 10 yrs since I’ve had that, I feel like I should try it again b/f listing. Hee, hee.
Si Hai has a black sesame pastry which isn’t bad, but not something I’d write about on here.
I worked as a deputy public defender most of my career. The idea that a condemned may choose anything for a final meal is a myth. Usually one is restricted to what can be prepared in a prison kitchen. After decades of fighting the system’s foibles and researching how many have been exonerated from death row, hard for me to see levity.
Not to be a wet blanket, I’d much rather we fantasize about theoretical last meals.