A candid, chatty remembrance about standing on your own two feet.



A woman in her 60s starts over after leaving a 47-year marriage in this debut memoir.

Delon met her future husband, “Brad”—names in this memoir have been changed—when she was only 17; they married shortly after she graduated from high school and had three sons in just a few years. Then, the author says, she endured nearly five decades of emotional abuse and infidelity before finally leaving her spouse. Afterward, she quickly discovered that she had little idea of who she was, outside of her codependent marriage. She didn’t even feel like she knew how to make friends at her age—much less tackle the concept of dating again. But over the next few years, she learned more about herself and relationships with others; she found new pals, such as “Jo Harris,” a widowed spitfire with whom she shared trips to Cabo and boozy girl talk about men, past and present. Delon also struggled with the death of her mother and a son’s addiction. She chronicles a series of sometimes-funny, sometimes-distressing misadventures with potential suitors, whom she met online and off. By sharing her story, she says, she hopes that other women will “benefit from [her] mistakes and be heartened by the brilliance of life beyond a dysfunctional relationship.” Delon’s narrative voice is immediately compelling, and her prose is full of striking images, such as her realization, early on, that she’d been “Holding [herself] together with barbed wire,” or her extended metaphor of her relationship with Brad as a margarita, with the limelike sour of his philandering and the sweet relief of his excuses. She also pulls few punches when recounting her own mistakes, or details of her sex life (“I’ve made my sons swear they’ll never, ever read this book,” she quips). The book has some distracting tense shifts, and she strikes a sour note when she states that a man posting a personal ad looking for a woman with “No inhibitions” who’s “Open to anything” would be better off hiring a sex worker. However, most readers will likely be rooting for her from the first page.

A candid, chatty remembrance about standing on your own two feet.

Pub Date: June 12, 2018

ISBN: 978-0-9995208-0-2

Page Count: 304

Publisher: Nicollet Press

Review Posted Online: Sept. 13, 2018

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Noted jazz and pop record producer Thiele offers a chatty autobiography. Aided by record-business colleague Golden, Thiele traces his career from his start as a ``pubescent, novice jazz record producer'' in the 1940s through the '50s, when he headed Coral, Dot, and Roulette Records, and the '60s, when he worked for ABC and ran the famous Impulse! jazz label. At Coral, Thiele championed the work of ``hillbilly'' singer Buddy Holly, although the only sessions he produced with Holly were marred by saccharine strings. The producer specialized in more mainstream popsters like the irrepressibly perky Teresa Brewer (who later became his fourth wife) and the bubble-machine muzak-meister Lawrence Welk. At Dot, Thiele was instrumental in recording Jack Kerouac's famous beat- generation ramblings to jazz accompaniment (recordings that Dot's president found ``pornographic''), while also overseeing a steady stream of pop hits. He then moved to the Mafia-controlled Roulette label, where he observed the ``silk-suited, pinky-ringed'' entourage who frequented the label's offices. Incredibly, however, Thiele remembers the famously hard-nosed Morris Levy, who ran the label and was eventually convicted of extortion, as ``one of the kindest, most warm-hearted, and classiest music men I have ever known.'' At ABC/Impulse!, Thiele oversaw the classic recordings of John Coltrane, although he is the first to admit that Coltrane essentially produced his own sessions. Like many producers of the day, Thiele participated in the ownership of publishing rights to some of the songs he recorded; he makes no apology for this practice, which he calls ``entirely appropriate and without any ethical conflicts.'' A pleasant, if not exactly riveting, memoir that will be of most interest to those with a thirst for cocktail-hour stories of the record biz. (25 halftones, not seen)

Pub Date: May 1, 1995

ISBN: 0-19-508629-4

Page Count: 224

Publisher: Oxford Univ.

Review Posted Online: May 20, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 1995

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With this detailed, versatile cookbook, readers can finally make Momofuku Milk Bar’s inventive, decadent desserts at home, or see what they’ve been missing.

In this successor to the Momofuku cookbook, Momofuku Milk Bar’s pastry chef hands over the keys to the restaurant group’s snack-food–based treats, which have had people lining up outside the door of the Manhattan bakery since it opened. The James Beard Award–nominated Tosi spares no detail, providing origin stories for her popular cookies, pies and ice-cream flavors. The recipes are meticulously outlined, with added tips on how to experiment with their format. After “understanding how we laid out this cookbook…you will be one of us,” writes the author. Still, it’s a bit more sophisticated than the typical Betty Crocker fare. In addition to a healthy stock of pretzels, cornflakes and, of course, milk powder, some recipes require readers to have feuilletine and citric acid handy, to perfect the art of quenelling. Acolytes should invest in a scale, thanks to Tosi’s preference of grams (“freedom measurements,” as the friendlier cups and spoons are called, are provided, but heavily frowned upon)—though it’s hard to be too pretentious when one of your main ingredients is Fruity Pebbles. A refreshing, youthful cookbook that will have readers happily indulging in a rising pastry-chef star’s widely appealing treats.    


Pub Date: Oct. 25, 2011

ISBN: 978-0-307-72049-8

Page Count: 256

Publisher: Clarkson Potter

Review Posted Online: Jan. 13, 2012

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15, 2011

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