Momo's Pasta is a tasty, hole-in-the-wall Italian place in Addison. We were the only ones there, so it wasn't hard to hear each other over our few clanking dishes. In fact, it might have been better if some music had been playing in the background.
The food at Momo's is splendid. Megan and I started with prosciutto and melon, tried a gnocchi dish, and finished with tiramisu and cappuccinos. Natalie ended with the cream cake and a cappucino, and Jonathan had a beer for dessert. Everything was delicious.
Justin Torres, a product of the Iowa writer's workshop, uses some delightfully poetic imagery to drive the mysticism underlying his novel. A "toenail clipping of moon" and a comparison of the mother's mascara-smudged face to that of "a raccoon caught digging in the trash" bring a humor in their lowness and an accuracy to the perspective of the young narrator.
The book is equal parts endearing and tragic, but it ends abruptly in what seems like an unfinished story. Torres gets into the main climactic rage of his novel only to promptly cut it off. If there were more of a resolution or a later epilogue about the family, the book could have been more satisfying.
"What happens when you die?" I asked. "Nothing happens," he said. "Nothing happens forever."