Title: Memoir of a former hippie with a mother complex
Review: After enjoying the author's witty restaurant reviews, I was really looking forward to reading this book. Aside from some wonderful descriptions (particularly "the old, cold taste of olives"), this book is rife with '60s flower child attitude. Mostly tiresome and definitely cliche (all RIGHT, we get the idea the author isn't racially biased), the post-mortem attacks on the author's mother seem unnecessary and distracting. I'll stick with M.F.K. Fischer.
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