"Gluttony is an emotional escape, a sign something is eating us"
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De Vries turns a medieval sin into a modern diagnosis with one clean reversal: gluttony isn’t about eating too much, it’s about being eaten from the inside. The line works because it treats appetite as alibi. “Emotional escape” suggests a getaway car parked in the pantry; the excess isn’t pleasure so much as anesthesia, a way to outrun grief, boredom, shame, or dread for a few chemically sweet minutes. By framing gluttony as a “sign,” De Vries also makes it legible: not a moral failure to condemn, but a symptom to read.
The bite of the sentence is in its second clause, where metaphor becomes accusation. “Something is eating us” flips agency. The glutton isn’t the predator; they’re the prey. That twist carries a quiet cynicism about self-control narratives: if you’re wrestling food, you’re probably wrestling something else that won’t show itself in daylight. De Vries, a sharp-tongued American novelist with a comedian’s timing, distills a whole critique of mid-century respectability into a single pun. His era was big on surfaces - suburban prosperity, tidy self-presentation, private misery kept politely offstage. Compulsion, then, becomes a socially acceptable leak.
Intent-wise, he’s not excusing excess; he’s relocating blame from the dinner table to the psyche. The subtext is almost prosecutorial: before you mock the overindulgence, ask what hunger is being substituted for. In a culture that sells comfort by the bite, the line lands as both empathy and indictment.
The bite of the sentence is in its second clause, where metaphor becomes accusation. “Something is eating us” flips agency. The glutton isn’t the predator; they’re the prey. That twist carries a quiet cynicism about self-control narratives: if you’re wrestling food, you’re probably wrestling something else that won’t show itself in daylight. De Vries, a sharp-tongued American novelist with a comedian’s timing, distills a whole critique of mid-century respectability into a single pun. His era was big on surfaces - suburban prosperity, tidy self-presentation, private misery kept politely offstage. Compulsion, then, becomes a socially acceptable leak.
Intent-wise, he’s not excusing excess; he’s relocating blame from the dinner table to the psyche. The subtext is almost prosecutorial: before you mock the overindulgence, ask what hunger is being substituted for. In a culture that sells comfort by the bite, the line lands as both empathy and indictment.
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