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A review by bloodonsnow
Liquor by Poppy Z. Brite
4.0
When I first read this book shortly after its release, I was dating a line cook. My understanding of why his feet were sore and why he was gone so long every day became a bit more clear. But now after having worked in a kitchen myself for a time, as well as doggedly pursuing foodie status, as well as dating a sous chef, I like this book more.
It functions more as a satire of celebrity chef worship and foodie culture than a murder mystery; the murder is relegated to something mentioned a few times and then wrapped up in the denouement instead of the climax. However, if one reads it for the restaurant industry satire, it ends up being paced more successfully, and entirely more enjoyably.
It functions more as a satire of celebrity chef worship and foodie culture than a murder mystery; the murder is relegated to something mentioned a few times and then wrapped up in the denouement instead of the climax. However, if one reads it for the restaurant industry satire, it ends up being paced more successfully, and entirely more enjoyably.