Jim Harrisons The Raw and the Cooked extols our profound (and precarious) relationship to what we eat, and to the natural world. Compiled from the authors much-loved Esquire, Smart, and Mens Journal columns, the book offers charging personalMoreJim Harrisons The Raw and the Cooked extols our profound (and precarious) relationship to what we eat, and to the natural world.
Compiled from the authors much-loved Esquire, Smart, and Mens Journal columns, the book offers charging personal panoramas in the guise of food essays. In pieces with titles like Conscious Dining, Hunger, Real and Unreal, and Repulsion and Grace, Harrison--a kind of dharma bum cum foodie--takes his readers into realms of taste and feeling, spirit and body. We are often like autistic children, he writes, unable to connect experiences, especially if we want something interesting to eat. A Michigan outlander, he nonetheless travels wide and can tell of the tummy thrills engendered by trips to restaurants like Manhattans Babbo, meals planned and meals remembered.
But the journeys he likes best involve hunting or foraging, his personal salves: I arrived home in a palsied state, he writes. To set the brakes, I wandered for hours in the woods looking for morels. At one point I wandered three hours to find four morels. I did however gather enough to cook our annual spring rite, a simple sauté of the mushrooms, wild leeks and sweetbreads. A warning: Harrison can lick his spiritual wounds publicly for long stretches, and not all readers will find his swaggering muscularity to their taste. Those who follow him are, however, rewarded by contact with his passion and sly, world-colliding depictions: The dinner was a mystical experience, he writes, and as such you must live through it to fully understand the mysticality ...
less apparent when I got up next morning in a driving rainstorm with the usual flooded freeways. --Arthur Boehm