by Nigel Slater
A raw, engrossing, and sometimes uncomfortable memoir by a British chef. It covers his childhood and teenage years as though he's reliving them, recounting events with the same naivete and unconscious cruelty that he had at the time. The Britain he remembers is alien to me, with strange brand name...
This is the most depressing, boring, and shapeless memoir I have ever read. I had to force myself to finish it. In my opinion, this is no more than a too-long progression of strung-together vignettes about how miserable Slater's childhood was, with copious mentions of food and brands that no one out...
Would of liked it more if the author had not undermined himself at times. Obviously I feel pretty sorry for him and I respect the humour with which he distances himself from what was an awful childhood on the whole, but it was rather repetitive and the sum of the parts did not add up to anything spe...
I fell in love with British chef Nigel Slater's beautifully evocative food writing through his cook books, so I was very excited to see his autobiography at my library.The book is written chronologically, as a series of essays centered around a various food item or recipe, and it was much more gripp...
Autobiographical account of middle class 60s/70s childhood, as defined and recalled by particular foods and his mother's poor cooking - except that it wasn't quite as bad as he makes out. As he is the same age as me, many of the typical foods of his childhood have strong memories for me too (surpris...
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