There … I’ve done it. Or in this case, I’m doing it. I’m giving in to the utter disdain I have for mentioning anything about Julie Powell, that book, her blog, or that damn movie. I’ll admit – this disdain comes from a complete and total place of ignorance. I don’t much get the underlying truth of why Mrs. Powell’s blog took off to the point where we now have a book and a movie. But still, more power to her.
Anyway, the reason for this post is the recent head jerk I had when I heard that Julie Powell penned another book. I’m not shocked that there is another book; rather, my childlike curiosity peaked when I learned of the subject matter. This one, entitled Cleaving: A Story of Marriage, Meat, and Obsession, is apparently centered around the transition from her obsession with Julia Child to her obsession with meat – and in this sense, I mean that in every lurid sense of the word “meat.”
Turns out, Mrs. Powell was in the throws of a torrid love affair after that one year of her life that has now been immortalized on 35mm. A fact that has been, shall we say, completely left out of the movie!
What can I say, I’m a sucker stories with depth – and this one most certainly has it. So there ya have it. I say, skip the J&J date and move straight on to the really juicy stuff. You can pre-order your copy of Cleaving by clicking on the pick or that linky a few paragraphs back. Is it just me, or does anyone else find it odd that the book was delayed until way after the movie’s release (December of this year)?