it was just sheer coincidence when, after a reading hiatus of a month or two, the first book i picked up was gregory day’s the patron saint of eels. set in a small town in coastal victoria, it begins on a day after the rains had stopped, the rivers and dams are overflowing, and masses of eels are left stranded in the ditches.
i drove out to Little River [the band was named after this town] to see Jill and was reminded of the book as the water bucketed down. i half expected to see ditches full of eels flapping against each other and an italian monk in converse skate shoes leading them to safety. that would’ve been cool.
eels are also extremely tasty when cooked japanese style. the city of osaka is famous for its unagi.