Oh, yeah. Get Food Network Canada to run your new show. That'll be like someone coming in to use the washroom financially but, hey, when you gots to go...
Cook's Tour by Anthony Bourdain
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Posted 30 December 2001 - 09:51 AM
#32
Posted 30 December 2001 - 10:29 AM
That's the sort of comment that might make me jump to pick up a copy and read it. Perhaps with some good luck, we'll get to see more that particular insight from the author here. Anyway, your comments both prepare me for the shortcomings and potential rewards of the book. LML also offers good reason to take a look at this, but I find the last sentence curious. I suppose one might have to be English to understand "curate's eggy," but to find the author is completely wrong in the one situation that's familiar and understood by the reader is to question the value of the parts where he's on unfamilar ground.mamster: I think the book is much weirder and less macho than one would gather from reading this topic.
As for "getting the alcohol thing" or not, it's true that I don't drink as I used to for a number of reasons, but I think I still remember enough of not remembering the night before to get it. I've no doubt, as I noted earlier, that sort of journal can be a good read. What I doubted was that it would also offer a good description of the food as well as the sociability of the culture. These are not value judgements, just areas of interests.
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Posted 02 January 2002 - 09:21 AM
#34
Posted 02 January 2002 - 05:52 PM
I haven't laughed out loud at a book like this for a long time. I think this is a GREAT book. Good fun.
#35
Posted 04 January 2002 - 02:12 AM
A Cook’s Tour
by Anthony Bourdain
Published by Bloomsbury, price £16.99
274pgs, hb.
In his latest book the New York chef Anthony Bourdain travels the world in search of the perfect meal, meets lots of interesting people and gets grotesquely drunk with them. As with any account of drunkenness in which you were not involved it can be terribly tedious. Around page 100, when he arrives in Morocco, there is finally cause for a deep sigh of a relief. At least here, in an Islamic country (however moderately Islamic it may be), the opportunities for hitting the bottle must be limited. No problem. Bourdain simply sends out a lackey to score some hashish for him and then gets monstrously stoned instead.
It’s all a terrible disappointment. Bourdain’s previous book, Kitchen Confidential, was a remarkably assured and funky description of what life was like back stage in restaurant kitchens. His vivid, testosterone-sodden style, suited his subject matter. He was able to take on the role of spokesman for a sub-culture not known for its articulacy. That book only stuttered and stumbled when, running out of material about the gonzo furies of kitchen living, he began writing about his life outside it. This book is almost entirely about his life outside it.
It might have worked were Bourdain himself not so terribly unconvinced about the project. In the introduction he announces simply ‘I needed something to do. I needed another idea for a book - preferably while I was still in good odour from the last one.’ Well yes, that is indeed how publishing works, but at least have the grace to finesse it a bit. Try to pretend that you want us to be interested, not that you are merely trying to fulfil a contractual obligation. He then compounds the insult by announcing, two pages later, that he agreed to have his entire travelogue filmed by the US television’s Food Network in a deal which both publishers and TV people agreed would be good for sales, if not for the authenticity of the trip.
Or, as he himself puts it ‘I sold my ass. When I signed on the dotted line, any pretence of virginity or reluctance - of integrity (I don’t even remember what that is) - vanished.’ I know why I read beyond that line. I was being paid to do so. There is no good reason why any other reader should bother to do so. The rest of the book is punctuated by morose and thoroughly tedious diatribes about how awful it is being Anthony Bourdain and, especially, Anthony Bourdain being followed by a television crew. Maybe that’s why he felt the need to get so pissed.
The tragedy is that, buried here beneath the accounts of inebriation and self-hate and depression, there is some very good stuff. Bourdain understands, better than any chef need, that great meals are not about the food on the plate, or the service - although those things do matter - but about the moment. It is a curious alchemy of location and emotion and incident. His account of the slaughtering of a pig on a family farm where, pace John Berger, every scrap of the beast is used - intestine small and large, liver and heart, even the bladder which is inflated to make a child’s toy - is pungent and rich with the smell of the land on which it lived. Here he is happy and it shows in the prose. Likewise, hopping between stalls in Vietnam grazing on street food, he is at peace.
But for all the efforts he is willing to make in pursuit of the great meal - he goes into the Cambodian jungle and across the Moroccan deserts; he eats a geriatric iguana, the still beating heart of a Cobra and a sheep’s enormous, roasted testicle - he is actually happiest right back where he began, in top class restaurants. His most reverential, gilded praise is reserved for dinner at Arzak, the great Michelin ranked joint in Basque country, and for the 20 course affair he enjoyed at the French Laundry in California’s Napa Valley, which is now regarded as one of the very best restaurants in the world. ‘It was far and away, the most impressive restaurant meal I’d ever had,’ he says simply. Bourdain is a man with a hunger for hyperbole.
That said the French Laundry is not his favourite restaurant in the world. His favourite restaurant is not in Ho Chi Minh City or Phnom Penh. It is not in Fez or San Sebastian or San Francisco or Saint Petersburg. It is - pause for moment of National Pride - in London. Bourdain’s favourite restaurant, it transpires, is St. John, the nose to tail, offal-fixated, meat-eaters heaven no more than a five minute stroll from the offices where this newspaper is produced. Now I like St. John. No I would go further than that. I love St. John. I think Fergus Henderson is a brilliant chef and his food, beautifully thought out. But I suppose I hoped that, having travelled the world, and eaten in some of the darkest most shadowed corners that it has to offer, Bourdain might have had something a little more exotic than that to offer as a top tip. Like so much of this book, it is a big let down.
ends
#36
Posted 04 January 2002 - 02:52 AM
I can't help admiring Bourdain for his candour. It would have been so easy for him to claim the trip was a dream of a lifetime, something he had always planned to do. Bourdian is Mr Cynical and we should expect him to tell it like it is.
I kind of like the fact that he crosses jungles to eat the beating heart of a snake, only to find that it's all so boring he just wants to get pissed.
Bearing in mind that this will be a TV series as well as a book, I find this a much more attractive proposition than say Jamie Oliver's "everything is fantastic and boootiful and my misses is up the duff and I'm so excited about everything, look at all the mates I've got, blimey misses, the ideas are just tripping off my over-large tongue, you could use lemon, parsley, tarragon, rabbit droppings, sump oil" approach.
#37
Posted 04 January 2002 - 06:51 PM
Having now read the book I can't say I'm disappointed. I knew I wouldn't enjoy it as much as Confidential because weird food in locales and contexts I'll never encounter are only remotely interesting to me because the chance that I can somehow use this in my cooking and dining is remote.
It was fun in the way that reading William Burroughs writing from within the Interzone of hash and just typing alot can be. Some nice lines, some grins. Put it down. Eh. So now it's time to start marinating the four giant shrimp in oil, cumin, chiles, and lime zest before grilling them with Shanghai bok choy.
(Edited by Jinmyo at 8:52 pm on Jan. 4, 2002)
#38
Posted 04 January 2002 - 09:42 PM
Do you mean to say that his book begins with a meal in a first class restaurant or that there's an indication his career included work in top class restaurants?- he is actually happiest right back where he began, in top class restaurants.
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Posted 05 January 2002 - 01:25 AM
Jay
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Posted 05 January 2002 - 08:58 AM
#41
Posted 05 January 2002 - 03:53 PM
This book has to be read a codicil to Kitchen Confidential, there are no glossy pages of dewy produce photos and smiling natives, because this is Anthony Bourdain's unique, personal, take on global cuisine. Important is his complete lack of pomposity, meaning that he never passes judgement on anyone least of all himself. This is no encyclopedia or work of reference, this is a book for those who enjoyed Kitchen Confidential. At no point does Bourdain presume to criticize, in fact he is smart enough never to step outside himself and pretend to be someone he isn't.
Pseuedo intellectual Londoners look out, this is journalism as Hemingway envisaged it, writer as reality filter.
I am put in mind to forward Bourdain Rayner's next Zionist romp for review, although Bourdain would certainly be kinder and gentler, less pompous, less superior and less of a know all in his treatment of this unknown's work.
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Posted 05 January 2002 - 06:58 PM
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Posted 06 January 2002 - 05:08 AM
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Posted 06 January 2002 - 05:17 AM
#45
Posted 06 January 2002 - 10:40 AM
And he uses there such words as sensitivity, delicacy and gentleness...
you can find the foreword here
http://www.amazon.co...exec....8008613
( i think only one paragraph is missing)
(Edited by helena sarin at 12:48 pm on Jan. 6, 2002)
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Posted 06 January 2002 - 11:03 AM
#47
Posted 06 January 2002 - 11:10 AM
"Suddenly editors and producers spread themselves before him offering as much he wants, to do whatever he wants. True to himself he doesn't shirk from doing exactly that" does not appear contradictory to the statement that "It might have worked were Bourdain himself not so terribly unconvinced about the project. In the introduction he announces simply ‘I needed something to do. I needed another idea for a book - preferably while I was still in good odour from the last one.’ Well yes, that is indeed how publishing works."
Having questioned jayraynor about the implication that Boudain's career led him through the kitchen of the finest restaurants and that Bourdain speaks for the restaurant world at large--the fact is that the media has let him do that unchallenged and we have to accept that perception--I find his review reasonable. I thank you for additional insight that would make Rayner's review more meaningful, but I have to question how much you are responding to this particular review and how much to some real or imagined unrelated past offense. It's all too easy for online posts to cross the line and appear as personal attacks even when unintentional. Lord knows, I've been guilty of offending without meaning to be offensive. I've offended friends and made friends out of those I've offended. However, Rayner's supposed "Zionist romps" are unknown to this reader and to the large body of members here as well as off topic. Such comments should be seen as irrational in regard to what's been posted here. I hope your political agenda leaves the board, before it also becomes a subject of debate here. I can think of no better way to undermine this site than for you or anyone else to pursue this.
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Posted 06 January 2002 - 11:36 AM
#49
Posted 06 January 2002 - 12:08 PM
I liked 'Bone' and Bourdain's follow-up, 'Going Bamboo' (at least I think that's the title...got Bamboo in there anyway). Fulfilled my insatiable jones for crime fiction (note to James Lee Burke, Michael Dibdin, and ghost of Raymond Chandler: write faster) with nice tastes of food writing.
Haven't gotten around to 'Kitchen Confidential,' but one of my kids is reading 'Tour,' so I may pick that up when he's done.
Jim
ps....if you haven't read any of Dibdin's books with Italian detective Aurelio Zen, they also have good food descriptions along with great plot and characters.
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Posted 06 January 2002 - 12:28 PM
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Posted 07 January 2002 - 09:20 AM
The real problem I had with the book was not the writing which is fine and much improved from Kitchen Confidential which was carried along on the enthusiasm of its subject. No, the real problem was that the books starts from an artificial premise.
As Rayner points out in his review, it starts with Bourdain saying " #### I have taken a shed load of money and now have to come up with an idea " and that way as all publishers/writers know lies madness. you are trying to shoehorn in ideas into a format of your own making. The books appeared contrived and while the style and joie came through you always know it is based on a list made up in a corner office in the flat iron ( or is it 10th 55th st for Harper?)
That being said, Bourdain writing from a contrived premise is a whole lot more entertaining that most
Now what I would like to see you do next Anthony, is to recreate Down & Out in Paris and London and go back to being a lowly pan scrubber in a three star place under a truly monsterous Chef who treats you like crap. Perhaps our friend GR could oblige
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Posted 07 January 2002 - 03:17 PM









