January 8, 2007
I know I’m a little behind on reading this book but oh well. Frankly, I’m not sure why the book caused such a sensation. Based purely on writing ability, I was unimpressed with Bourdain’s overly simplistic style and habit to end every chapter with a one sentence paragraph. Based on content, although Bourdain did illuminate the pressures and stresses of a restaurant kitchen, such description was overshadowed by his insipid yet obnoxious personality. He makes no apologies for his crassness, rudeness, and irresponsibility. I grew increasingly frustrated that he kept messing up after been giving so many chances. I appreciate his love for food and adoration for the kitchen, but there is a difference between appreciation and respect. The book was a fast read, and I suppose I did learn a little about the non-glamorous side of cooking at a high-end restaurant but at the end, I was still left thinking “so what?”
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August 12, 2006
I have two chief passions in life: food and writing. Therefore, as I embarked on my search for the perfect beach read, “Heat” by Bill Buford, ex-fiction editor of The New Yorker, seemed like the only appropriate choice. For his mid-life crisis (I assume), rather than ditching the wife and purchasing a new red convertible, Buford attempts to learn the intricacies of cooking Italian food, via apprenticing under the potbellied, wine-drinking, foul-mouthed, dirty-minded Food Network star, Mario Batali.
Buford’s humorously detailed accounts of his failed efforts at chopping vegetables, cooking pasta, and cutting meats are entertaining, but also point to something much deeper: cooking like a real Italian is a lot more difficult than learning the difference between ravioli and tortellini (which, interestingly enough, is more complex than just the shapes of the pasta). Authentic Italian cooking involves blood (Buford manages to slice his hands on several occasions), sweat (Batali claims that customers should always be able to taste the chef’s sweat), and tears (intra-chef dynamics and hierarchies are a tricky business), literally.
The sections from within the kitchen of Batali’s upscale Manhattan restaurant, Babbo, were the most colorful and relatable: it was hard not to cringe at moments when Buford is ordered to replate the dishes he works so diligently on. But, the sections when Buford travels to Italy, immersing himself in a rich culinary tradition much deeper than what an American restaurant can offer, were the most informative. They provided a wealth of information about cooking history and technique. Additionally these sections gave a rare glimpse into a fascinating culinary culture that has been developing long before the United States even existed.
Without Buford’s kitchen misadventures or other food-related antics (at one point, he carries a full pig inside his apartment), “Heat” would be a little dry and overcooked, so to speak. However, instead, Buford succeeds at putting a smile on his reader’s face while teaching them something at the same time.
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-Carey
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