I finished My Life in France, by Julia Child -- recommended
if you're a foodie or have any interest in the gastronomy
of Gaul, or just plain good writing. Intelligent and exhaustive,
it not only documents a post-war cultural sensibility,
it illustrates just how valuable the presence of a loving
and supportive partner is -- yes, thinking of you, Paul!
(I have to point out that Ms. Child's husband's name
was also Paul....)
Bon Appetit!
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Showing posts with label My Life in France. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
I'm reading Julie Child's My Life in France,
and enjoying it immensely. I generally avoid memoirs,
and bio/autobiographies rarely succeed at capturing
my imagination. But this book was a gift, and, happily,
it whips along with a spirited and often humorous narrative
that has me heading to bed early every evening
for my pre-sleep reading fix. (My prix-fixe reading sleep?!)
Ms. Child (whom I think of as Our Lady of Save the Liver)
charges into the world of French cuisine and culture with
gusto and an intense joie de vivre. More on this later.
and enjoying it immensely. I generally avoid memoirs,
and bio/autobiographies rarely succeed at capturing
my imagination. But this book was a gift, and, happily,
it whips along with a spirited and often humorous narrative
that has me heading to bed early every evening
for my pre-sleep reading fix. (My prix-fixe reading sleep?!)
Ms. Child (whom I think of as Our Lady of Save the Liver)
charges into the world of French cuisine and culture with
gusto and an intense joie de vivre. More on this later.
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