From the Journals of M.F.K. Fisher

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Summary: MFK'S GREATEST HITS
Review: The potential reader should beware that much of this journal has appeared elsewhere. It has the advantage of a chronological life progression. Though I've read a great deal of MFK, I can't say I especially like her; the person that is. I always think of her as a female Ernest Hemingway in her writing style. She is overfond of such words as "sturdy," and "true." As in, "we shared our honest stew, simply and truly." She makes me feel apologetic for ever longing for damask over burlap. MFK was a beautiful woman, a skilled writer, and a brilliant gourmand. She took the foregoing as a given and for granted. I was struck by one statement she made about an occasion where she took particular care with her dress, so that her entrance would "stop the room cold." Her attitude was that anyone could do this if they merely took the time and effort, as she had done. She frequently had an impatient attitude toward the rest of the world. I have this feeling she has everybody fooled. We have taken her at her own self-evaluation. And yet--and yet---she didn't whine, she soldiered on, and wrestled her life into her own design. I do not know if her essays will be remembered, or if she will be a footnote to cookbookery. It is certain we will not get another like her soon!

Rating:
Summary: MFK'S GREATEST HITS
Review: The potential reader should beware that much of this journal has appeared elsewhere. It has the advantage of a chronological life progression. Though I've read a great deal of MFK, I can't say I especially like her; the person that is. I always think of her as a female Ernest Hemingway in her writing style. She is overfond of such words as "sturdy," and "true." As in, "we shared our honest stew, simply and truly." She makes me feel apologetic for ever longing for damask over burlap. MFK was a beautiful woman, a skilled writer, and a brilliant gourmand. She took the foregoing as a given and for granted. I was struck by one statement she made about an occasion where she took particular care with her dress, so that her entrance would "stop the room cold." Her attitude was that anyone could do this if they merely took the time and effort, as she had done. She frequently had an impatient attitude toward the rest of the world. I have this feeling she has everybody fooled. We have taken her at her own self-evaluation. And yet--and yet---she didn't whine, she soldiered on, and wrestled her life into her own design. I do not know if her essays will be remembered, or if she will be a footnote to cookbookery. It is certain we will not get another like her soon!