{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"The Paris Review","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog","author_name":"Nina MacLaughlin","author_url":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/author\/nmaclaughlin\/","title":"The Taste of Dawn by Nina MacLaughlin","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"iZA7iJylOd\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2018\/11\/08\/the-taste-of-dawn\/\">The Taste of Dawn<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2018\/11\/08\/the-taste-of-dawn\/embed\/#?secret=iZA7iJylOd\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;The Taste of Dawn&#8221; &#8212; The Paris Review\" data-secret=\"iZA7iJylOd\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"November 8, 2018 \u2013 This is the dawn when you\u2019ve been up all night drunk, on drugs, lunatic. The taste is sour. It is stale. It is the rotting tang of summer dumpsters. It tastes like sucking spilled whiskey from the sleeve of a wool sweater.","thumbnail_url":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/taste_of_dawn-1024x704.jpg","thumbnail_width":1024,"thumbnail_height":704}