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Average rating4.3
For better or worse, almost all of us grow up at the table. It is in this setting that Ruth Reichl's brilliantly written memoir takes its form. For, at a very early age, Reichl discovered that "food could be a way of making sense of the world . . . if you watched people as they ate, you could find out who they were." Tender at the Bone is the story of a life determined, enhanced, and defined in equal measure by unforgettable people, the love of tales well told, and a passion for food. In other words, the stuff of the best literature. The journey begins with Reichl's mother, the notorious food-poisoner known for-evermore as the Queen of Mold, and moves on to the fabled Mrs. Peavey, onetime Baltimore socialite millionaress, who, for a brief but poignant moment, was retained as the Reichls' maid. Then we are introduced to Monsieur du Croix, the gourmand, who so understood and yet was awed by this prodigious child at his dinner table that when he introduced Ruth to the souffle, he could only exclaim, "What a pleasure to watch a child eat her first souffle!" Then, fast-forward to the politically correct table set in Berkeley in the 1970s, and the food revolution that Ruth watched and participated in as organic became the norm. But this sampling doesn't do this character-rich book justice. After all, this is just a taste.Tender at the Bone is a remembrance of Ruth Reichl's childhood into young adulthood, redolent with the atmosphere, good humor, and angst of a sensualist coming-of-age.From the Hardcover edition.
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This is by far the best food memoir I've read. I don't understand why people love Julie & Julia so much (though I have to admit the movie is fantastic, and much better than the book). I think Reichl really captures a light, interesting humor with a density that keeps you grounded. Though food helped intertwine the various years that Reichl lives through, the stories of French boarding school in Montreal and her mother's bipolar disorder are intriguing and real. I found Serafina, Reichl's roommate, to be frustrating yet believable. I've read Garlic and Sapphires but I think this was a far better book. I look forward to reading Reichl's other memoirs.
A great beach read. Here Reichl tackles not her unruly adult love life, but her equally unruly childhood. Her insight is crisp, as is her ability to tell a good story. I didn't love it quite as much as I loved “Comfort Me with Apples,” but I'm beginning to suspect that I seldom love the second book I read from an author after having completely adored the first.
Reichl grows up, from being the
only child of the worst cook in
the universe, to becoming a food
critic for the New York Times.