Am back from muggyville, Virginia, where I caught a pesky summer cold while visiting my mother, who is recovering quite nicely from surgery on her ticker. Happily, the weather is much nicer here near the beach. And my review of “Born Round” popped up in today’s LA Times.
Fun factoid: Frank Bruni’s family summered in the same Connecticut town I lived in during the 1970s. But I never met him, or his brother, who went to Amherst a few years after me. You can read my review here.
There’s more showbiz news over at Consumed by Media, my new blog. Please stop by if you have a sec.
Many a foodie would kill for the job that Frank Bruni is leaving voluntarily. But how many of them have as complicated a relationship with eating as the outgoing NYT restaurant critic? In “Born Round,” Bruni chronicles his love for food, and battle to control his appetite, which he had finally gotten under control by the time he took the job. Few writers would be able to pull off these stories the way Bruni did. 
Diane Garrett 