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Her commentary may be controversial, writes Anthony Bourdain of a peer, but she "rarely if ever commits the first and most common sin of food writing — being boring." The same might be said of him: Whether you find the chef turned celebrity author obnoxious, endearing or both, you can't accuse Bourdain of being uninteresting.
By that standard, Medium Raw: A Bloody Valentine to the World of Food and the People Who Cook doesn't disappoint. Part personal memoir, part anecdotal exposé, the book reads as a highly engaging account of food culture by someone who's spent most of his life immersed in it. Bourdain is as funny in Medium Raw as he was in Kitchen Confidential (see the chapter on his "Black Propaganda"-style campaign to turn his 2-year-old daughter off McDonald's); if you have any sense of humor at all — well, don't read with your mouth full.
Three highly publicized books into his stint as celebrity author, Bourdain has his recipe down pat, and his simmering blend of audacity, take-it-or-leave-it opinion and often-nuanced insight amounts to a pretty delicious meal. But the main ingredient is the chef himself, hovered over the pot in total control, inviting, provoking us to taste — and winning us over, in his inimitable way, one bite at a time.
Ecco, 304 pp., $26.99, June 8
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