Table for one

On Hitchcock, solo dining, and the convergence of our private and public selves.

The joys of dining alone

Hello, and welcome to Volume 32.

Miss Torso in Rear Window, Alfred Hitchock in 1954.

A young woman rummages through her cupboards for a snack directly across the street from my hotel room. It’s late. She’s twisted her hair into a low, messy knot. We’ve been meeting at odd hours this past week. I bring some tea to the small balcony…