And
so I honed in on My Kitchen Year and waited impatiently for it to be
delivered, ripping open the packaging as soon as it landed on my doorstep, and I began reading it that evening. I wanted to love it; I tried to love it. Sadly, I don’t love it. I just can’t bring myself to love it and here are some of the reasons
why.
Let’s
begin with the physicality of the book itself as an object. It’s a chunky-ish book, about 9-1/2” x 7 x
1-1/2, the size one might find in the hardback version of a new crime novel. There
is no dust cover, but it does have a nice hardboard cover with a picture of a smiling
Ruth Reichl and a good-looking gray canvas spine. It feels heavy for its size – partly because
the pages are printed on a hefty, matte paper – rather than the glossier paper
that one often finds in cookbooks. One
finds that sort of paper in many cookbooks for a very good reason: photographs of food should look temptingly
glorious. So much so that the reader runs
into the kitchen, throws open the pantry, and begins to pull out ingredients, never feeling the urgency to create that particular dish until a photograph sparks
an epiphany of the palate. It pains me
to say the photographs in this book are a bit lack luster – not awful. But, oh such a missed opportunity to make
them shine.
The
book itself is difficult to cook from because it does not lie flat, so if you are
inclined to make the Spinach Ricotta Gnocchi you’ll either have to wrestle it
into submission a with a big brick hauled in from the garden, write the recipe out by hand, or hire a butler who will submissively hold it open for you. A shame, really, because although a bit
simplistic, the ones I’ve tried are really quite good (the Shirred Eggs in
Potato Puree is good enough to dream about).
I
could readily ignore these annoying technical difficulties since they do not
form the true basis of my irritation with having expended a precious gift card on
this book. It is more visceral
than. It’is Ruth Reichl herself who is irritating. Let me explain.
For ten years Reichl was the Editor in Chief
of Gourmet magazine, a wonderful publication for which I had a subscription
many years running. That is, until publisher
Conde Nast (which also publishes big name magazines such as Bon Appetit,
Brides, Glamour, The New Yorker, Vogue) decided to close down the magazine –
literally overnight and after 69 years of publication. Reichl recounts going back to her “huge office
overlooking Times Square,” feeling miserable.
Apart from losing her job, she was also leaving what had become a “family”
comprised of her co-workers. Up to this
point, I was sympathetic – empathetic even.
But then, Ruth Reichl drags the reader through 4 seasons of
self-indulgent whining – with recipes.
Suddenly finding herself unemployed, Reichl worried that she and her (obviously very loving, financially successful and unerringly
supportive) husband would not be able to keep both their Manhattan apartment AND the
“little country house” in upstate New York unless she was able to find another
job. Photographs of “the little country
house” and the grounds upon which it sits would seem like heaven to most of us. I would gladly have given up the New York pad, content to look out my country window
at the magnificent million-dollar view. But that is me. Ruth, however, “entered the land of grief” (Yes, gentle readers..."land of grief") as
her colleagues were beginning to find jobs and recover. She, on the other hand, “looked into the
future seeing endless empty days, incapable of imaging how my life would ever
change.” She actually insinuated she
feared she would “end up alone and homeless.”
This from a woman known widely in the publishing industry, with a vast
array of influential friends, a loving family, and who was already a best-selling
author. She is interviewed by Anderson
Cooper; she attends Yo-Yo Ma concerts, she travels. Still, life is bleak until one makes Cranberry-Pecan
Crostata which perhaps will make it worth living - for a short period of time. I had gotten to page 61 at this point and was
tempted to throw the book against the wall…instead I read on.
It is
mid-February and Gourmet has been
defunct for several months; she is feeling especially depressed. Out there, in the “real world, people were
doing big things, thinking big thoughts, living big lives.” She felt “marginalized” and couldn’t help “thinking
about the life I might be living.” At this point, I am overcome with the sudden urge to grab this tedious woman by the shoulders, look into her eyes, and ask her, "Do you really want to think about the life you might be living? Let me enlighten you, Ruthie. You might be living a life in a wheelchair or one filled with the despair of poverty and ignorance. You might be living a life where the grief you feel is not from losing your "huge office overlooking Times Square", but rather consists of the grief that comes with burying a child. You might be living a life where there is no loving supportive husband to be your companion and friend. Nor any dream of being lucky enough to own a "little house in the country" or anyplace else for that matter. Or, you might be living a life filled with an unsinkable positive attitude and appreciation for how truly fortunate - even blessed - you have been." Maybe I would have borrowed that great Cher line from Moonstruck and yelled, "Snap out of it!" Through all this angst, she is cooking up a storm – for you see, she has
a memoir-cookbook in the making – the very one for which I would expend a precious
book token - and which I do not love. And when added with all the other readers who aren't doing big things or thinking big thoughts, we will make it a little easier for you to keep that little place in upstate New York and that great Manhattan pad. And allow you to continue to think and do "big."
I had
finally had enough.
Ms. Reichl is a fine
writer, there is no taking that away from her.
There are some very workable recipes in the book; delicious even. And, to be fair, after a full year of
soul-searching, ingredient shopping, party giving, romantic evenings with her
husband, and long walks in the woods, she comes to the revelation that her life
is pretty damn good after all. Something
that many of us already knew. One wonders why it took her so long.
Oh great, this was great! Little country house indeed! It's really had to feel any kind of sympathy for someone like that who is so obviously out of touch. How could she think her readers might have any kind of feeling for her? Sorry you spend a gift card on this!
ReplyDeleteTinky, I meant to just borrow it from the library, but there was a long queue. I had read "Sapphires & Garlic" and thought it was okay - not great - but humorous in many respects. But now that I look back, I do remember thinking she thought quite a lot of herself. I doubt I'll be reading anything else by this person and I certainly won't be spending any gift cards on her.
DeleteStefanie, like many people who "live big lives and think big thoughts" as opposed to the rest of us common folk, she doesn't seem to realize what real misfortune is. Perhaps she is different from the person who comes across in this book. For her sake, I certainly hope so. What editor or publisher thought this was a good idea? Someone should have clued her in, but then, her editor might be living one of those "big lives" too.
DeleteFabulous rant, Grad. It sounds as though her book would have made a great essay.
ReplyDeleteI sure wish Ms. Reichl would read this post and understand how privileged she is. Suddenly unemployed? What calamity. Yes, I think this book could bring some compensations. Thanks for an enlightening post, Grad.
ReplyDeleteArti, not only was she the Editor In Charge at Gourmet, for years before that she was the food critic for The New York Times. At one time in her life (I think after the birth of her child if I recall) when she was feeling sorry for herself because her husband had been called away on an assignment, she called Marion Cunningham...Marion Cunningham!! mind you, her friend, who hopped on a plane to come and cheer her up. I can't make this stuff up.
DeleteI'm afraid that leads me to think of the slogan of the U.S. Marines or some military type of promo on TV that says they are out to "protect the American way of life". I can see what it means.
DeleteOh dear... I am all for empathy but I would find it hard to be very sad indeed for someone wondering how to keep both their enviable houses. I have read and enjoyed Reichl's earlier memoirs about growing up with a mad mother and I don't recall any whining at all. I guess she was pressed for a slant on her new book and rather ill-advisedly picked this one. Plus it's no good having a cookery book that doesn't stay open. Though I will confess we had a butler at St John's who was adorable and I wouldn't mind moving him into my home (I think he'd have his own ideas about that, however). Did enjoy this post Grad, and yes, let's all tell Ruth Reichl to grow up a bit.
ReplyDeleteLitlove, the only other memoir I read by her was Sapphires And Garlic. I thought it was okay, but wasn't blown away by it. I do think that she received some very bad advice regarding from what viewpoint to approach this book. I think tackling it from the perspective of Gourmet going under and she is suddenly with time on her hands to get back into the kitchen was fine as a premise; but approaching it with Ruth As Victim, not so good. And the fact that it is hard to cook from...well, the whole thing was a big miss for me. As I said, however, some of the recipes are quite good - but better to try to xerox the page first.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness. I rather enjoyed reading your review! I remember reading her first memoir, Tender at the Bone, a long time ago and enjoying it. But this one sounds insufferable. You made an entertaining review out of it, though! I love your candor and humor.
ReplyDeleteOh, Bigreadinglife, I'm afraid I did spout on, didn't I. I haven't read Tender At The Bone, but I did read Sapphires & Garlic,which I also didn't love. Maybe I just don't get Ruth. It could just be me. It has gotten some very nice reviews which means I might simply be a curmudgeon! Yikes.
ReplyDeleteThe phrase 'first world problem' comes to mind! Enjoyed your review, I don't generally read cookery books but I'm intrigued by Kitchens of the Midwest which is getting a lot of positive reviews.
ReplyDeleteVintage, I was perhaps a bit harsh in my review, but I was rankled by her moaning, particularly when she's lived such a charmed life. I'll have to check out Kitchens of the Midwest. Haven't heard of that one.
ReplyDeleteVintage, I was perhaps a bit harsh in my review, but I was rankled by her moaning, particularly when she's lived such a charmed life. I'll have to check out Kitchens of the Midwest. Haven't heard of that one.
ReplyDeleteHi Grad. I must admit to not having heard of Ruth Reichl until now but I enjoyed your rant / review. I'm interested to hear what your reading goals are for this year. I'm trying to get more of a balance between fiction and non-fiction and also be a bit more adventurous this year. Keep well my friend. :-)
ReplyDeleteHi Pete! I've been trying to string together 30 minutes to write a post about 2016 Reading Goals, but so far the year seems to be a constant treadmill. I guess I can call it job security. But I am also trying to read more non-fiction and have a few on the pile. As always, wishing you and your family all the best in this new year, dear pal.
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