On the other hand, if I’d never read it, I never would have heard of the sadistic cook Mizald, who I imagine has been burning in hell these many years. I’m glad I read it-I never would have known about miraculous fruit or the greater honeyguide and lots of cool other things if I hadn’t. What a strange lot writers are, we questers after the perfect word, the glorious phrase that will somehow make the exquisite avalanche of consciousness sayable.īut often enough, I just felt like I was punching my way through lots and lots of words.
Sometimes I really liked the way she turned a phrase, like this one, toward the end of the book. The author is a poet-and I’m not a big fan of modern poetry-and that really came through in certain sections.
Ackerman meanders through facts, histories, and her personal experiences as they relate to the five senses, covering a wide range of topics. This went back and forth from being fascinating to being something of a slog.
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