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Review: My Life in France

My Life in France
by: Julia Child with Alex Prud’homme
published by:  Anchor House a division of Random House
copyright:  2006
rating:  3.5 out of 5

I am definitely an informal kind of gal:  blue jeans over dresses; pottery over china; cafe fare over michelin star restaurants.  So while I enjoyed this book from a memoir point of view, I must confess that the lavishly complicated meals that were gushed about – or the painstaking recipe research that was written in great detail did not hold my interest for long.

I absolutely LOVED the first half of this book – when Julia and her husband Paul have just been transferred to Paris with the US government.  After she has set up house, she decides to educate herself in the art of French cooking.  I was surprised to learn that Julia did not grow up in a gourmand family and it was actually her husband who had the refined palate for good wine and excellent cuisine.  Julia is a perfectionist, however, and if she was going to learn to cook then she was going to learn from the best: Le Cordon Bleu.

I really enjoyed reading about these initial culinary lessons and I admired her adventuresome spirit by enrolling in a professional class where she was the sole female among eleven other GIs.  While I often allow my perfectionism to get in the way of learning something new (I become quite discouraged if I don’t get it right the first time), it was refreshing to learn that she made several mistakes along the way – but always took it in stride because she believed that the best education comes from failure.

The middle portion of the book, which focuses on the development of her chef d’oeuvre, Mastering the Art of French Cooking (volume I) provided real insight to her attention to detail.  She would often prepare a recipe ten or even fifteen times just to ensure that the directions were accurate and any possible misunderstandings could be explained in full.  She was on a mission – to teach American housewives that cooking authentic French cuisine is not an insurmountable task; and while it requires exact methods, it can still be fun and extremely satisfying.  The book took years to develop, but was well received once published.

At this point in the memoir, however, I became a bit disenchanted.  I don’t know if it is because I like to hear the story of the struggle, and the fame afterwards is not as interesting to me, or if I felt that the tone of the story became more egotistical.  In either case, I found myself skimming the last few chapters.  Perhaps I wanted to believe my own fictional characterization of Julia Child – just a middle class housewife who would enter our homes via television once a week and teach us how to cook delectable meals – rather than the business-minded television personality who seemed to be a borderline workaholic.

In the end, I was glad that I read the book – and I am hoping that I have the opportunity to at least walk by 81 Rue de l’Universite (81 Roo Loo) — her initial residence, and the Cordon Bleu in order to dream about what it might have been like to be Julia Child …..

7 Comments

  • Beth F

    Interesting. I loved the book beginning to end — despite the fact that I'm a lazy cook. But perhaps it's because I'm in the industry, I loved the development of the book, the conflicts between the women, and all the minute detail that went into creating the recipes.

  • Anonymous

    Molly, have a most wonderful trip!! I'm so excited for you. You deserve this and I hope it's all you've dreamed of. Hugs!

  • Anonymous

    What a heartfelt review, Molly. I, too, found the book a bit lacking in the end, though I would highly recommend it and loved it as a whole. I think Julia Child passed away before the book was finished and that her nephew finished it. If that is correct, it could account for the last portion of the book.

    Oh, I would love to walk by that residence. Take pictures, lots of pictures – but, of course you will.
    Safe travel.

  • ds

    Have not read this yet, but am picturing Meryl Streep as Julia dropping eggs on the floor of Le Cordon Bleu and earning a silent frown from the instructor…
    Yes, you must–and will–take many photos.
    Safe travels, Molly. Grab whatever adventure comes your way!

  • Joy Weese Moll

    What fun to read this before a trip of your own to France! I liked the book all the way through–I think I was responding to her pursuit of her passion and turning it into a career.

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