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3.53 AVERAGE
3.53 AVERAGE
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The first Allende that I've read. Entertaining read although the entertainment level dropped off as I went through the book. A look at aphrodisiacs over the centuries, including looks at meats, fish, herbs and spices, vegetables, fruits, wines and aromas that have served this purpose intentionally or not. Very anecdotal in its formula that made it very entertaining at times. Never quite carried its interest to the next level; I'm not sure why or how.
Es un libro que está muy bien como curiosidades de alimentos, pero al no contar una historia en sí se puede llegar a hacer un poco pesado
Cómo lectora asidua que soy de Isabel Allende, está me ha parecido su novela más repetitiva y aburrida, ya se que domina magistralmente el género de ensayo, y que le cuesta mucho salirse de la historia, pero ya fue demasiado. Quizás si lo hubiese leído antes que 'Paula' y 'La suma de los días' o 'Mi país inventado', me lo habría tragado pero ya se más de su familia de lo que se de la mía. Suficiente.
I collect cookbooks and other food-related books, so this was an obvious choice when it came out. But I was so surprised by how much I loved it! Allende really has a way with words; she uses the language as another sense, and you can feel and taste her books as well as read them. Truly food for the brain. And the spirit.
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I chose this book for it's author rather than it's specific content, and have no intention of preparing an aphrodisiac meal or hosting a Bacchanalia, but that did not take from the pleasure of Allende's sensual, evocative storytelling. In this memoir inspired by food, every sensory detail is relished -- the colour, shape, texture, taste and sound of each ingredient as it is prepared and eaten. And weaved throughout is Allende's impeccable wit and humour. If the recipes of the book (contributed by Allende's mother, Doña Panchita) held no aphrodisiac powers before being brought to life in Aphrodite by Allende's memoir, they would gain them through it's captivating and erotic descriptive power.
It is not, however, all pleasure. Allende does not shy away from the less savoury details of food and sex. While a great deal of the storytelling ignited in me a desire to go to the kitchen and cook, some other passages had the opposite effect - at one point I wished I hadn't been listening to the audiobook while eating my own lunch. Some of these less appetising details include descriptions of cruel methods of obtaining or preparing animal-based ingredients and some mentions of cannibalism. To be clear, Allende does not endorse either, but in reporting her research she to be thorough. One description of a particular regional delicacy might make arachnophobes, among others, queasy. For me, the most off-putting commentary was anything which lamented the impact of certain foods on the waistline; though I took it with a grain of salt considering it was written in the 90's when Allende was living in, of all places, California.
Edible and inedible details aside, the human stories of Aphrodite also serve to both appeal and repulse. Drawn from Allende's own experiences as well as those of friends and family, as well as tales from folklore, history, poetry and fiction, they all convey the connection between eroticism and food with visceral (but never pornographic) detail. Allende writes about sexuality with an earthy and mature comfort. She is rarely judgemental, except when being wry or tongue-in-cheek. This is refreshing in most places, but hard to swallow when there are mentions, however brief, of certain sexual perversions or abuses. There is mention of a sex worker who, although a grandmother like Allende, indulges paedophilic fetishes of clients through roleplay. Another narrative which unsettled me deeply, largely because Allende's writing is so enthralling, is that of a solo female traveller finding herself alone, outside a rural village, deeply uncomfortable with a group of men who do not heed her requests to be brought back to her hotel in the city. This is in the time before mobile phones and Ubers. The story aroused in me an intense anxiety, and a primal and upsetting frustration with the men who don't take her home when she asks. I could only breath easily when the tale ended with her unscathed.
These discomforts are not a criticism of Aphrodite, they are simply a part of it's recipe. I enjoyed the book so immensely I would recommend it to lovers of food, and lovers of sensuality, and lovers of excellent writing. It inspired me to think about cooking, about reading and about writing. But it is not simply a blissful journey through erotic scents and food play. There will certainly be something in it's pages that make you uncomfortable. It is often timeless, but occasionally very much a product of the nineties. If nothing else, the numbers of ways one can consume animal testicles may make you question how adventurous you really are in the kitchen. However, for every twinge of discomfort or revulsion, there is a hundred times more pleasure and humour, and perhaps meal ideas, to be found.
It is not, however, all pleasure. Allende does not shy away from the less savoury details of food and sex. While a great deal of the storytelling ignited in me a desire to go to the kitchen and cook, some other passages had the opposite effect - at one point I wished I hadn't been listening to the audiobook while eating my own lunch. Some of these less appetising details include descriptions of cruel methods of obtaining or preparing animal-based ingredients and some mentions of cannibalism. To be clear, Allende does not endorse either, but in reporting her research she to be thorough. One description of a particular regional delicacy might make arachnophobes, among others, queasy. For me, the most off-putting commentary was anything which lamented the impact of certain foods on the waistline; though I took it with a grain of salt considering it was written in the 90's when Allende was living in, of all places, California.
Edible and inedible details aside, the human stories of Aphrodite also serve to both appeal and repulse. Drawn from Allende's own experiences as well as those of friends and family, as well as tales from folklore, history, poetry and fiction, they all convey the connection between eroticism and food with visceral (but never pornographic) detail. Allende writes about sexuality with an earthy and mature comfort. She is rarely judgemental, except when being wry or tongue-in-cheek. This is refreshing in most places, but hard to swallow when there are mentions, however brief, of certain sexual perversions or abuses. There is mention of a sex worker who, although a grandmother like Allende, indulges paedophilic fetishes of clients through roleplay. Another narrative which unsettled me deeply, largely because Allende's writing is so enthralling, is that of a solo female traveller finding herself alone, outside a rural village, deeply uncomfortable with a group of men who do not heed her requests to be brought back to her hotel in the city. This is in the time before mobile phones and Ubers. The story aroused in me an intense anxiety, and a primal and upsetting frustration with the men who don't take her home when she asks. I could only breath easily when the tale ended with her unscathed.
These discomforts are not a criticism of Aphrodite, they are simply a part of it's recipe. I enjoyed the book so immensely I would recommend it to lovers of food, and lovers of sensuality, and lovers of excellent writing. It inspired me to think about cooking, about reading and about writing. But it is not simply a blissful journey through erotic scents and food play. There will certainly be something in it's pages that make you uncomfortable. It is often timeless, but occasionally very much a product of the nineties. If nothing else, the numbers of ways one can consume animal testicles may make you question how adventurous you really are in the kitchen. However, for every twinge of discomfort or revulsion, there is a hundred times more pleasure and humour, and perhaps meal ideas, to be found.
Content Warnings
Moderate: Animal cruelty, Animal death, Confinement, Infidelity, Sexual content, Blood, Vomit, Alcohol, Sexual harassment
Minor: Addiction, Body shaming, Fatphobia, Pedophilia, Sexism, Sexual assault, Slavery, Terminal illness, Cannibalism
Nothing sums up this book better than Wikipedia's trusty ol' template "[Citation needed]." At least the recipes look appetizing.
A gift from Carrie after she stayed with me in Champaign for the first time. It was a celebration of the senses and of sensuality, both things that were driving me a bit crazy at the time after a year of celibacy. The one anecdote that stuck out the most - pun intended? - was Allende recounting her friend's experience swimming with an overly amorous dolphin.
Esta lectura definitivamente abraza todos los sentidos. Algo que disfruto al leer es la remembranza de lugares o de comida y esta cumple con ambas, además de ser educativa y envolvente.