A novelist’s deliciously engrossing exploration of her life through the two major passions that have defined it: food and writing.
For Christensen (The Astral, 2011, etc.), memory and food are inextricably intertwined. Her book begins with the recollection of a violent argument between her parents over an egg-and-toast breakfast. This scene reminded her of not only the simple comforts of her mother’s “blue plate special”–style meals, but also of the troubled dynamic that seemed inherent in male-female relationships. Not long afterward, her mother divorced and took the author and her sisters to Arizona. In this “wild, strange place that was so profoundly different from Berkeley,” Christensen suddenly became aware of “taste and texture, flavor and smell” and began reading as voraciously as she ate. Later, drinking became another source of comfort. In between attending classes at a New York arts high school, Christensen overate, crash dieted, and then wrote about her hunger and her loneliness. She refined both her palate and her cooking abilities during a year spent in France. But it would be comfort food and hard liquor that would comprise many of her meals during the vagabond life she led afterward, first at Reed College and then at the Iowa Writer’s Workshop, where she reignited a childhood passion for food in literature. A few alcohol-soaked, undernourished years later, she met her first husband, who “taught [her] how to enjoy food without guilt or remorse or puritanism,” but with whom she fought constantly. Middle aged and unwilling to try out the “strange new world of hookups and sexting,” she found unexpected love with a man 20 years her junior who fed her soul with the peace she had craved all along.
A Rabelaisian celebration of appetite, complete with savory recipes, that genuinely satisfies.