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A great resource for cookbook collectors and cookery buffs.
"Joy" Was Not Always Such JoyTake one family--the St. Louis Rombauers--from good German stock. Add a 1931 vanity printing of Mrs. Rombauer's mostly unexceptional recipes: molded fruit salads, Kitchen Bouquet-colored gravies, things involving canned soup. Watch this collection rise into a successful commercial volume, leavened by its idiosyncratic voice (comparing a "vegetable plate, unadorned" to Gandhi's bald head, the amateur chef recommended a sprig of parsley). Throw in a contentious author-publisher relationship, plus daughter Marion Rombauer Becker's reluctant inheritance of her mother's legacy, and a delicious story forms.
Mendelson, who writes for Gourmet, discusses this most definitively American kitchen manual with measured but contagious relish. Like The Joy of Cooking, her closely researched work will be many things to many people. It's publishing history, intimate biography, and a record of changing national tastes--a practically foolproof repast.
excellent history but very "wordy"

Just OK.....
A good story
A REALLY CUTE BOOK

10 Days To Multiplication Mastery
Use the wrap ups for fun!

This book didn't give good instructions for projects.
1001 Good IdeasP.S. I think you should like this book.


Needs serious rewriteWhat do I find as problems? Throughout the book is abrupt. The reader is lost through changes of location with little descrition. Abrupt changes of viewpoint with little explanation contribute to choppiness. Most characters are cardboard flat. The reader is confused by being thrown into a large reading group called "Books" where the characters snip at one another. (Is this from the author's actual experience in a small town?) A petty conflict between employees of the protagonist takes a large portion of the story but contributes nothing other than the author's ability to find far too many quotes from famous authors of the past. The central character is always in the "middle of something," "walking somewhere," "thinking about someone" and thus fills up the pages. A few pivotal points are never followed up (the snake-in-the-car???) Even a bit of porno is thrown in as a red herring. The plot mostly treads water except in the narcissistic mind of the central character. The final "white knight" ending did nothing. Many loose ends were left dangling or forgotten.
The author took a possible plot, added too many characters, gave them little personality, didn't bother to tell the reader why each character is there, does not describe the environment as contributory to the story, threw in a dash of "cutsy" here and there, and stirred it all together in a town with little more than a name within driving distance of Tulsa. Does the author live in Oklahoma? There is nothing to identify it with the Oklahoma I have lived in since 1971. It has the feel of having been written by a committee, and does not follow the old advertisement, "We serve no wine before its time."
It is the author's first published novel. Her next ones, I hope, will be set back for maturing before publication while she works on the subsequent ones.
Excellent cozy mystery! A must read!

Lots of Frothy Fun...
Another 'will she, or won't she' with a sweet twist.

Fair to good.There was one story written by Ms. Bradley herself, "Man of Impulse", which further developed a character mentioned elsewhere in the canonical Darkover books, and apparently popular with readers: Dyan Ardais. So if you are determined to read everything ever written by Bradley, you need to read this story, even if you don't care for the fan fiction.
And there was a story, quite a good story in fact, which Ms. Bradley put in this book in spite of the fact that it was not written for Darkover; it was intended for her "Sword and Sorceress" series, but for reasons unclear to this reader, she felt it fit better here. The story is "Ashes To Ashes", by Patricia B. Cirone, and it seemed to me that it would have fit much better in its target anthology, rather than this one. But it was a good story in any case, so I'm glad it was published SOMEWHERE, regardless.
Moonlight Madness

Joy of Cooking Keepsake (Miniature Edition) by Irma S. Romba
Nice gift!

Pleasant yet lacked depth
Vintage Chesney!

Worth the time
A Generally Strong Analysis of the Horrific Rapes in BosniaStiglmayer's own pair of essays are the most useful and interesting. Her first piece is an absorbing history of the Balkans that concisely untangles the web of hatreds and violence which have plagued the area for millennia and which are still powerfully germane. Her second piece constitutes the heart of the book. In it she dramatically and persuasively demonstrates that the rapes in Bosnia are not "typical" rapes, even by wartime standards, but are a tool systematically employed by the Serb leadership to pursue its genocidal campaign of "ethnic cleansing". Her interviews illustrate that the rapes are about the humiliation of women, but they are also directed at the Bosnian Muslim population as a whole as a tactical means to accomplish the evacuation by the Muslims of large swaths of Bosnian territory.
In other essays, Paul Parin offers some ideas on the psychology of the rapes. He doesn't claim to have all the answers, but his essay is thought-provoking. Rhonda Copelon provides a considered analysis of the state of international law and its applicability to the Bosnian horrors. Her otherwise sound piece is marred by her lawyerly/academic tendency to misuse words ("surface" as a transitive verb meaning "bring to light"; "intersectional" where she means "intersecting") and her occasional unlawyerly hyperbole (she notes on p.198 that a midday women's talk show opened with the script, "In Bosnia, they are raping the enemy's women". Two pages later this has turned into the assertion that the media "often refer to the mass rape in Bosnia as the rape of the 'enemy's women'").
Surprisingly, the most disappointing essays are those by the best-known authors. The first of Catharine MacKinnon's two pieces is a reprint of a 1993 Ms. Magazine article. She gets in some obligatory feminist chops, pokes at Gloria Steinem, equates the Third Reich with Penthouse, and moans about American women in porn films, in brothels, and in slavery. She slips in a couple of gratuitous anecdotes, and that's it. No analysis, no nothing. It reads as though she wrote it on a train with a short deadline and did her research by cell-phone. Her second piece is marginally better, but her point is a weak one. She is horrified by the crimes against women, yet she wants to pile every insult and irritation ever suffered by woman under the umbrella of human rights violation. In one breathless sentence (p.185) she says "...UN troops were targeting women: 'In the streets of Zagreb, UN troops often ask local women how much they cost'". Her whining about merely boorish behavior undermines her credibility and belittles the plight of women who suffered grievously in the wars. MacKinnon is exasperating, yet passionate, but ultimately her pieces fail because of her unsupported allegations and the scattered and distracting nature of her attacks on anything that pops into her head.
Similarly, Susan Brownmiller spends her essay slamming men as warrior animals. So much so that she entirely misses the point that these rapists were not beasts out of control, but were entirely under control and following their leaders' war plans to a tee. Brownmiller is not a scholar of Balkan history with any depth or understanding. She doesn't have Stiglmayer's innovative perceptions of the war. The Brownmiller piece offers no value added, it is mere filler.
Overall the book is excellent. Although, now, five years later, Stiglmayer could well give it another update, in addition to the changes she has made for this English edition. The wars have reached a precarious end, the ICTY war crimes trials are underway. There is another chapter to be added to the book, one can only hope that Stiglmayer will provide it, so that this work can remain fresh for many more years.