The Cook

The first thing that hit me about this book was the punctuation – there isn’t any – a pet hate of mine. I have been known to not read the book and strike an author off my ‘to read’ list if they dare do it. God gave us full stops, commas, quotation marks and the rest for a reason – to use – for clarification and understanding. BUT – there was something about the story that kept me reading despite my scratching my head and reading a paragraph more than once to try and figure out the flow. THE COOK is not really about ‘food’ a la Master Chef, it is not really about ‘bad boy made good’ a la Jamie Oliver; what it IS is a look at food as an indicator of money and class and the snobbery and pretentiousness that show more accompanies it . The sort of person who sits down on a park bench to eat ‘fish and chips’ is far inferior to a person who sits down in a fancy restaurant and dines on ‘poisson frit avec des frites’. Same dish but with foreign name it sounds posh! Be warned, the story is very dark in spots especially the harrowing, stomach turning, blood drenched lamb slaughter scene. The scene however, was necessary to the plot as budding cooks needed to be aware of where their food comes from. Yet despite all this, there was just a nugget of compulsion to keep on reading just to see where the author was going with the story and the unexpected twist at the end is the reward for making it all the way there. show less

I picked up this one after finding it on a small publisher "overlooked" list and it is a fine page turner. A good fictional account of a Bourdain-style rise to chefhood with plenty of dark humor and foodie references.