![]() ![]() Niceness doesn’t make good copy.Ī patsy, a chaotic, gaffe-prone near-loser who just about muddles through: that is how he casts himself and it’s the role he elects to perform much of the time. What on earth propels him? There is evidently a sort of man-of-action masochism at play. ![]() Buford is bullied, victimised and mocked by kitchen sociopaths half his age. He drags along his wife, Jessica Green, and twin sons, George and Frederick, who are a congenial presence in this artfully artless chronicle of cheffery, chef lore, chef “philosophy”, chef boorishness, chef hierarchies and chef cultishness. Now, older but absolutely no wiser, he decides on a whim to run away to France, where he’ll learn to become a French chef. His progress and misadventures in New York kitchens and Tuscany were recorded in Heat. W hen he was merely middle-aged, Bill Buford quit as the fiction editor of the New Yorker to learn to become an Italian chef. ![]()
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