This is a very easy to read book whose ease is not in any kind of simplicity of language or idea, but connection of the story to the landscape to the science to the politics and the trees, oh, the trees.
Your mouth will be so happy for you after this. |
This was, I think, the first non-fiction food book that I read at Left Bank Books. The food section in the downtown store was very close to the cash-wrap. It was bright and temptingly stuffed with trivia, science and history. The year after I read this, I wandered to the Festival of Nations where I found a lovely vendor selling olive oil that tasted like sharp and bark and weather and perfect. A small bottle of it came home with me, and some green olives which I ate with crusty bread and white wine on the side sitting on the fire escape of my third floor walk up on a perfectly blistering August afternoon.
I have brought home a jug of the stuff every summer since. I save up for it. I plan for it. I eschew attempts by the people staffing the booth to tell me Anything but the price.
Also the letters of this book are truly beautiful. Like I read whole pages dancing from letter to letter. Book design: it matters.
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