The NYT today reviews some new travel-and-food books, providing any number of fun little sentences, some from the books themselves and some presumably from the reviewer.
A book about competitive eating describes a competitor as “a cross between Anna Kournikova, Billie Jean King and a jackal wild on the Serengeti.” Two art-school graduates who search for down-home cooking throughout the US are described as “people who make a point of stopping at prisons to shop at the gift stores.” A tale of a man cooking a giant feast from a 19th century cookbook is “not quite ‘Babette’s Feast,’ but then Babette did not have to stuff half a duck into an antelope bladder.”
I love it when reviewers and pundits write like that. It makes for vastly entertaining reading. Unfortunately, it all too often passes for news. But that’s another story altogether.
Secretly Ironic 