delphipsmith: (cheesy goodness)
Finished Julia Child's My Life in France yesterday. What fun! Her enthusiasm and energy squish out of every page and her descriptions of the food are positively drool-worthy, and Paul seems like he was a lovely man and the two of them very well-suited to each other. I also loved her descriptions of their friends and the lunches and picnics and late-night conversations and discussions. One of the funniest vignettes was about her sister, Dort-the-Wort, who comes to visit and tries valiantly to communicate in French. One day she goes to the hairdresser and asks him earnestly, Monsieur, voulez-vous couper mes chevaux avant ou apres les champignons? Clearly she was inquiring if he wanted to cut her hair before or after the shampoo, but what she actually said was, "Sir, would you like to cut my horses before or after the mushrooms?" Reminds me of Steve Martin's discussion of ordering breakfast in France where he asked for an omelette and got a shoe with cheese on it. Or my own experience in Paris years ago, trying to find the Three Ducks B&B but we didn't know the word for "duck" so asked for the Three Chickens LOL!!

My only disappointment was that the book was so short -- I had been hoping for something longer, with extensive quotes from the hundreds of Paul's letters to his brother (they were twins) and Julia's to her sister. Paul's and Julia's papers are at Radcliffe College at Harvard (part of the Arthur and Elizabeth Schlesinger Library on the History of Women in America); would be great fun to go for a visit and spend a few hours poring through the letters.
delphipsmith: (why a spoon?)
Continuing my temporary regression to childhood, I reread all five Chronicles of Prydain over the last couple of days. When I was a kid I wanted to be either Gwydion (main hero) or Achren (evil enchantress); she's at her best in the third one but comes to a bad end, as Evil Enchantresses all too often do. (There's something suspicious about that, since in real life villains often flourish like the green bay tree...) But my favorite has always been the fourth one, where Taran tries to figure out who he is. He's such an adolescent goof in the first one but by the end he's definitely the most interesting, and probably the most complex, character in the whole cast. There are some great life lessons buried in these books (OK, reading them now, I have to say they're not exactly buried, it's more like they whack you over the head -- but they're still good, and at age 7 or 8 or whenever kids usually read these, how subtle can you really be??). Best thing is that the characters grow up as you read them, like the Harry Potter books, and I always go all sniffly at the end of the last one when Orddu, Orwen and Orgoch visit Taran and he has to choose whether to stay or go. *snif*

Shame the movie version of the second one stunk. Never mess with perfection, the seams always show.

Having wallowed sufficiently in the Days of my Youth (oh, except for this one, which I FINALLY again know the title of thanks to AbeBooks' BookSleuth forum and will devour as soon as my copy arrives, hurrah!!), I've started on The Librarian Spies, which promises to be professionally interesting, since I might want to be one someday. Hey, if Julia Child can be a spy, why not a humble librarian??

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