Starred review from February 7, 2011
Owner and chef of New York's Prune restaurant, Hamilton also happens to be a trained writer (M.F.A., University of Michigan) and fashions an addictive memoir of her unorthodox trajectory to becoming a chef. The youngest of five siblings born to a French mother who cooked "tails, claws, and marrow-filled bones" in a good skirt, high heels, and apron, and an artist father who made the sets for the Ringling Bros. and Barnum and Bailey Circus, Hamilton spent her early years in a vast old house on the rural Pennsylvania–New Jersey border. With the divorce of her parents when she was an adolescent, the author was largely left to her own devices, working at odd jobs in restaurants. Peeling potatoes and scraping plates—"And that, just like that, is how a whole life can start." At age 16, in 1981, she got a job waiting tables at New York's Lone Star Cafe, and when caught stealing another waitress's check, she was nearly charged with grand larceny. After years of working as a "grunt" freelance caterer and going back to school to learn to write (inspired by a National Book Foundation conference she was catering), Hamilton unexpectedly started up her no-nonsense, comfort-food Prune in a charming space in the East Village in 1999. Hamilton can be refreshingly thorny (especially when it comes to her reluctance to embrace the "foodie" world), yet she is also as frank and unpretentious as her menu—and speaks openly about marrying an Italian man (despite being a lesbian), mostly to cook with his priceless Old World mother in Italy.
March 28, 2011
Chef and restaurateur Hamilton, chef/owner of the acclaimed New York City restaurant Prune, offers a sensuous and evocative memoir of her rural Pennsylvania childhood and her training as writer and chef. The youngest of five children raised by a glamorous French former ballerina and a theater set designer, Hamilton grew up petted and unsupervised, free to roam with packs of neighborhood children who wore, according to the season, "mud suits or snowsuits." Hamilton's account is studded with precise observations made in felicitous prose that brings her "wild castle" of a home to life, as well as her lost years after her parents' divorce. Unfortunately, Hamilton is a poor reader of her own material. Her voice is monotone and scarcely strains to communicate drama. There's a reserve and coldness that does not melt away, a listlessness at odds with the intelligence and energy of the prose, the warmth of her humor, and her lush descriptions. A Random hardcover.