![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() He was the man who had swapped his blade for a pen. What it did was free Bourdain, then a whip-thin fortysomething ex-junkie, from the gruelling life of the kitchen that he had written about. It has been credited with freeing food writing from the confines of the genteel and the prissy with giving it cojones and a racing pulse. Published a decade ago, it was a rollicking, boisterous read which gave voice to a once-silent tribe: the tattooed madmen and drug fiends, the knife-wielding obsessives and compulsives and cutthroats who work the kitchens of a great city's great restaurants, in this case New York. Ah yes, the over-testosteroned book, or Kitchen Confidential, as it said on the cover. If somebody really wanted to put the boot in, he says, they could call him "a loud, egotistical, one-note asshole who's been cruising on the reputation of one obnoxious, over-testosteroned book for way too long and who should just shut the fuck up". A t one point in his new book Medium Raw, the American chef turned food writer Anthony Bourdain imagines a cussing contest with a critic of his work. ![]()
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