Molly Wizenberg: A Homemade Life ****

 

First, let me preface this by saying I love cooking and I love memoirs, so a cooking themed memoir…well, its like hitting the jackpot.  I have read My Life in France, Julie and Julia, The Sweet Life in Paris, and many others.  That could have been a plus or a minus for this book, on one hand I’m familiar with the setting and the genre and like it already, on the other hand it has some pretty stiff competition.

This book is less of a memoir in style and more of a series of personal narratives and I loved that organization.  There is a vignette and then the recipe that it leads up to.  It works very well, it is highly engaging and makes the reading very fast paced.

The writing is very accessible, the reader feels as though Molly Wizenberg is speaking to them and what makes that work so well is that the writer is, at least as represented by this book, a truly likable, decent human being with some important things to say.

The nature of food and family and food and love is explored in loving detail.  Memories of family are firmly entwined with food and here they are presented as complements of one another.  Food as a celebration of family and love, a refreshing break from a culture which in some ways presents “food as the enemy”.

The author’s memories of her father, her celebration of his life and her grief at his passing are indeed heartbreaking.    This quote expresses her sense of being “cheated” , a sense that many of those who have lost someone have experienced:

“When your father dies, especially if he is older, people like to say such things as, “He was so lucky.  He lived a long, full life.”  It’s hard to know what to say to that.  What often comes to mind is, “Yes, you’re right.  he was seventy-three, so I guess it was his time.  But did you know him?  Did you see how he was?  He bought wine futures seven months before he died.  He saw patients the afternoon he was diagnosed.  He wasn’t finished.”

I don’t mean to infer that this book is all sadness and grief, there is much joy and celebration of life as well.  The author details her meeting of her husband and the life they built together through a shared love of food, friends and family.   In one passage, discussing her first meeting with her future husband, a friend exclaims “I’m so excited for you….You’ve been taking this on with your whole heart and that oversized mind of yours.  Don’t stop now.  This is the bread and butter!  This is what it is all about.”   Lovely sentiment, lovely quote.

 

Review: A Room Full of Bones ****

This is another well written outing from the Elly Griffiths series about archaeologist Ruth Galloway.  I am reading this series in order and am very impressed with the development of the characters, particularly Ruth, Nelson, Judy and Cathbad, over the course of the books.  Cathbad becomes more intriguing at each turn and the relationship between Nelson and Ruth is painfully realistic.  The exceptional aspect of this book and the others in the series is the atmosphere that Ms. Griffiths creates.  As a reader, you find yourself immersed in the mood, the sense of place that the books evoke.  I will go on to read more in the series and I would highly recommend it to other mystery readers.

Norfolk

The Weekend

“Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

Although I cannot justify it..after just spending last weekend engaged in the Dewey’s 24 hour Readathon, I have a burning desire to ignore the lawn, the laundry, the grocery shopping and the myriad of other intrusions of real life on my weekend and just …read. Sigh, isn’t it terrible when practicalities overrule desires?

The good news is that the library has a stack of books waiting for me that I will pick up tomorrow. My library system, Mercer County, rocks! It is so great that I often say that would be the thing I would miss most if I move from the area.

So, the plan…Get up early, rush through the must-dos, get to Wegman’s for more Jersey Red wine and then to the library for “supplies”, return home and start my real weekend.

Speaking of weekend supplies,a quick, funny story (at least to me) from my childhood: My mother was ill from a migraine. I was in about 5th grade. She told me go in her purse and take out $10 and go out to get what I needed because she couldn’t get out of bed. She meant groceries, but she didn’t say that. I came home with a stack of Nancy Drew novels from the book store. I think she thought I was nuts:)

Jersey Red

“Wine makes all things possible.”

~The Mystery Knight”
― George R.R. Martin, The Mystery Knight

Perhaps….but it certainly has not helped me solve my dilemma this evening. Came in from a suckass day at work and cracked open a bottle of Jersey Red. I know, I know, wine….from New Jersey. It should be an oxymoron. But you know what, it was good. Sweet and fruity tasting and combined with the beautiful sunshine in the backyard it was heavenly.

The dilemma that spurred all this was the result of entirely too much estrogen in the work place, nasty passive aggressive bitchery. So to take the high road and ignore it or take the low road (infinitely more fun in the short term) and get even…hmmm. Still thinking, in a rather red wine relaxed kind of way…Let’s think:

Seriously, though…much rather work with men any day of the week.

Elly Griffiths

Elly Griffiths: A Room Full of Bones

I am working my way through the Ruth Galloway series by Elly Griffiths. This is a well written mystery series, I would say that it falls into the “soft-boiled” category. What makes this series stand out from many others, is that the writer is very skilled in writing setting and evoking mood. A sense of isolation and loneliness seeps from the pages. Makes me want to draw the curtains, put the kettle on and snuggle under my quilt to finish it.

Here I Am –

“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”
― C.S. Lewis

Inspired by all the fun…great…informative…interesting blogs that I read during the Dewey’s readathon, I decided to try once again…So here it is:  mostly books, but probably a smattering of other things that spill out of my brain