Some more of what I’ve been reading recently…
How I Learned to Cook: Culinary Education from the World’s Greatest Chefs, edited by Kimberly Witherspoon and Peter Meehan — Short essays by famous chefs. As with all such anthologies, some are heartwarming, several recount definitive or formative embarrassments, some are infuriatingly self-aggrandizing, and some just miss the point entirely.
Banana: The Fate of the Fruit That Changed the World, by Dan Koeppel — So apparently the half of a banana I enjoy with my daily oatmeal faces extinction, with no viable replacement variety currently on the horizion. Depressing.
Comfort Me with Apples: More Adventures at the Table, by Ruth Reichl — I quite liked Garlic and Sapphires, Ms. Reichl’s memoir of her New York Times restaurant critiquing gig. I found this book, which recounts earlier events in her life, less enjoyable, largely because I found the narrator less engaging, likeable, or sympathetic.
Pint-sized Ireland: In Search of the Perfect Guinness, by Evan McHugh — I’m in one of my periodic tetotal phases, so the boozing part of this book was interesting, but in an almost academic sense. As an account of traveling through Ireland, this is a cracking good read.
The Cleaner, by Brett Battles — First book in a series about the guy who comes in after a situation and removes all traces (and remains) of that situation. A nice mix of action, paranoia, and intrigue.
The Sword-Edged Blond, by Alex Bledsoe — While this purports to be a blend of fantasy noir, it’s really more a staright-up fantasy with noirsh elements at the bookends. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but the author definitely fails to follow through on the central conceit. Still, as pure fantasy, it works pretty well.
Jhegaala, by Steven Brust — A bit of a letdown after some recent strong (Issola, Dragon, Dzur) but even a so-so Vlad Taltos novel is still a delight.
On the other hand…
Now and Then, by Robert B. Parker — So remember the movie Heathers? Remember the interplay between the Winona Ryder character and her father (“Would somebody please tell me why I keep smoking these things?” “Because you’re an idiot.”)? Yeah, that’s how I feel about Spenser novels sometimes. Not that I’ll quit, just that the habit isn’t as enjoyable as it once was.
The Deceived, by Brett Battles — Sequel to The Cleaner. Solid.
What to Eat, by Marion Nestle — Graduate level Michael Pollan; an aisle-by-aisle and shelf-be-shelf analysis of the supermarket. Basically, we’re doomed. The array of food available and the economics and politics of its production and distribution are impossible to escape. The best we can really manage is to be as informed as we can as consumers, and make the choices we do make based on an understanding of what we’re putting in our bodies and where it comes from (as well as such uninformed, impulsive, indulgent, or habitual choices we care to make along the way).
The Saucier’s Apprentice: One Long Strange Trip Through the Great Cooking Schools of Europe, by Bob Spitz — “Great Cooking Schools” is a bit of a misnomer. Some of Mr. Spitz’s experiences come across as great, even life altering, but these transcendent experiences are more a matter of good fortune than design. His teachers range from dilettantes to martinets, along with a few rare good teachers. Few are great, or even necessarily good, chefs. The result is a journey to be envied for its ambition, if not necessarily emulated in its design or execution.
Chasing Darkness, by Robert Crais — A solid outing featuring LA private detective Elvis Cole. A decent plot, aided by a lifting of the darkness that has hung over other recent outings.
The Emperors of Chocolate: Inside the Secret World of Hershey and Mars, by Joël Glenn Brenner — Basically, this is an economic history of Willy Wonka, if Willy Wonka were two people, one philanthropically minded and slightly complacent, the other a miserable bastard dedicated to growth and expansion for their own sake.
Florence of Arabia, by Christopher Buckley — The author of Thank You For Smoking and other social satires takes on women’s rights in the Middle East. This one cuts a little close to the bone to be as purely hilarious as some of his other books.
The Man Who Ate the World: In Search of the Perfect Dinner, by Jay Rayner — A London-based restaurant critic travels the world eating at renowned gourmet restaurants. The result is an exploration of excess, celebrity, indulgence, and the questions How much is too much? and What is the real value of world-class cuisine? The food? The experience? The prestige of being able to pay head-spinning prices? Again, this is not necessarily a journey for anyone to emulate, but Mr. Rayner tells his story engagingly. Plus, he gets to hang out with Mario Batali, which is something to envy.
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