‘Born Round: The Secret History of a Full-Time Eater’ by Frank Bruni

Born Round: The Secret History of a Full-Time Eater is a good book.  Frank Bruni was the food critic for the NYT until May 2009.  He held the post for five years replacing Biff Grimes who replaced my favorite, Ruth Reichl.  Bruni wore many hats as a writer and reporter over the years and this is his first autobiographical food book.

He is an extremely likable guy.  His accounts of growing up in a large food obsessed italian family are tactile.  You expect, indeed hope, to be passed a sandwich at some point.  He relates how hard it has always been for him to reconcile his need to be fully sated by food with his gastronomic appreciation of it as an art form.
Food appeals to Frank on so many levels that it becomes confusing and as he loses his way (weigh), he gains weight and loses his self esteem.  It is marvelous to bear witness to his climb back to his real self.  We have all had these weights upon us in one form or another and can all feel his genuine pain at being trapped within himself.
The food critic posting becomes an ironic savior.  He learns that food is not a temporary entity to be hoarded but an eternal offering to be savored.
This said, I would like to have had more accounts of his travails as the NYT food guru and less dating accounts.  It isn’t that I don’t care, and am not thrilled for him to be in love and happy, but that I would prefer more information about the life of a critic.   Possibly I have been irretrievably spoiled by MK Fisher, Ruth Reichl and Jeffrey Steingarten, but there you are.
I look forward to more of Frank Bruni.  Go for a long run, head to Fromage and get some cornichons, Stinking Bishop and sesame flatbread, and then pick up the book.

The Stacks in Jen’s Life

Our much missed and absolute favorite book reviewer is back – hooray! Jen returns with a review with a difference … rather than one book she considers her stacks.  Hay stacks?  Chimney stacks?  Wrong and wrong again … curious?

This is so weird for me—this feeling of being literally unable to even remember a book that I have read when I sit down to review it for you.

I have read tons and tons and tons lately, but I can’t seem to tell you what any of them were about.

Maybe just telling you what I am reading can count as a review?  A little blathering about my stacks?

Excellent choice, thank you.

The downstairs stack is as follows.

I am reading Putt To Death by Roberta Isleib.I just finished Six Strokes Under by the same woman and will read A Buried Lie next.  If you like golf, all are good.Then Carl Hiassen’s The Downhill Lie.

I am also staring at The Mighty Queens of Freeville by Amy Dickenson and Closing Timeby Joe Queenan.Next up is Born Round by NYT food critic, Frank Bruni.Geraldine Brooks, March and People of The Book will be shortly thereafter.

Committed by Liz Gilbert sounds good, but I’m not in a “committed” mood at the moment.

Maybe someone has a book about beating something to death with a pan?  Kidding.  Ignore that.

As you certainly deserve more than this mindless drivel, I will try hard to pay attention.Truly truly.  I won’t bore you but a little family drama goes a long way, even for your fearless book reviewer.  It renders me mindless, but sadly, not speechless, which is an unfortunate combination.
Hopefully next week I can elaborate more, but if not, I’ll tell you about the upstairs stacks …
Jennifer Petty Mann grew up in New York City, moved to London, England, then back to Boston, and is now happily ensconced on the EightMile river in Lyme with three little ones.  A former teacher, window dresser for Saks, and designer, she is taking her love of books to the proverbial “street.”