With a broken-down oven, in a hotel kitchen, on an uninhabited island
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Mohan Fitzgerald lives in Chicago, where he is developing into a first-rate server of Italian food. He’s writing a novel about a criminal video-rental empire.
Lovely things, the railings. When it’s raining just right — half raining, the way it so often does here — the spiderwebs spun across the rails collect mist and shine, so that the Corrib looks like it’s swathed in sequined cloth.