I really enjoyed this book. I connected with it on many levels. My Dad's Mom died from TB
When he was eight. He and his 3 brothers wee not as lucky and were shipped to Canada
And ended up being laborers on a farm in harsh conditions. I was raised with the same work ethic. Also I associate with his love of diversity in NY.
Both. Laugh at the screw up and cry due to kindness, esp of his birth Mom and adoptive parents.
Marcus thanks for sharing!
It is very touching how persistent this young man describes his carrier and how difficult it was for him just because of his skin color. I love books with happy endings. I will make sure I will visit his restaurant and maybe with a little luck I will have a chance to talk to him.
Marcus Samuelsson's autobiography will take you from Ethiopia, to Sweden, to Austria and Switzerland, then to New York and then back and forth all over again. Marcus travelled the world gathering knowledge about food and people and then managing to learn a lot about himself in the process. This was a fascinating look in to the tough world of culinary arts and into the life of a very interesting Ethiopian born/ Swedish raised man who came to rest in Harlem , NYC. Read it!
I can't really say what I enjoyed more, Marcus' personal story, the food story or his philosophy regarding both! I don't consider myself a foodie, and so was quite surprised at how appealing I found this book. The author's voice, though sometimes a tad difficult to understand, (not often or much) added a delightful flavor.
Eye opening story of the ranks of professional kitchen work and a man with a passionate dream that in the end humility and hard work won for him. A unique journey that after listening you feel part of on a deeper level. Food gives us roots and memories. I love too that this book was narrated by the author. It adds so much dimension for the listener. Highly recommend this listen, an absorbing life story. I hope to visit his restaurant one day!
Good book. Very interesting life. I was so intrigued. Sometimes it was like listing to someone recant my life growing up as a extra cute, blue eyed white American kid in west Africa, Venezuela and Philippines. Then rising in my fields of expertise.
I little too much black power sentiment at the end. But we all need to make a living, the race card works for some folks.