I got to page 89. After that I had to stop. I can’t take it anymore. Some pages pull you and, others just slow the book down so much. I can’t take it. It started out so promising and I do want to finish it one day, but life is too short. So not right now.

I caught the Julie/Julia project just as it was finishing (always late to the party), but I enjoyed it, and I looked forward to the book – with some reservations. I was worried that the book would read like a series of blog entries (there’s nothing wrong with a series of blog entries, mind you, I just didn’t feel like I needed them bound up into a book). The good news is that this is a book on it’s own. You don’t need to have read or to have loved the blog. It certainly tells the same story as the blog, but it does it in a way that’s appropriate for a book.

Julie and Julia isn’t great literature, but it is a fun, quick read. I like it when ordinary people take on extraordinary goals (and cooking all of the recipes in Mastering the Art of French Cooking in the space of a year is certainly an extraordinary goal, on all sorts of levels). It’s particularly good when, against the odds, they succeed.

Great concept, irritating voice.

The process of reading this book was a strange amalgam of vague pleasure and intense annoyance.
Pleasure because the book was interesting enough, chronicling the efforts of a nearly-30 New York desk jockey deeply rooted in her discontent to escape by cooking all 524 of the recipes in Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking.
Annoyance because her stupid book contract stemmed out of the stupid blog she conceived to chronicle it originally. And if she can get a book deal for that sort of thing, what the hell is wrong with me?

Anyway, it’s full of that blog-world angst we all know and love, a plethora of culinary disasters, strange characters, family dynamics, offal, eccentric cats, swearing, ranting, small-scale drama, and the word kattywhompus. So obviously it’s got stuff going for it. And I got through it in just a few hours. Though I must admit that I was speed-reading at the end because I wanted it to be over with and off my plate.

It was interesting… but no Ruth Reichl.

So there you have it. I need to get a haircut and get a real blog.

11.2005
3/5 Stars
Julie Powell cooked all 524 recipies, in Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking, during the course of a year. In Julie & Julia she recounts her adventures with cooking the recipies – several of these anecdotes are very funny – and how she blogged them which turned into a book deal and career as a food writer.

I used to read her blog when it was being written, so I was curious how this would turn out. I liked it a lot, and was surprised when it was actually quite different from the blog. I was a little afraid it would be the same thing, written a little differently, but it was very much its own entity.