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Your Table Is Ready: Tales of a New York City Maître D
by Michael Cecchi-Azzolina
DNF at 12%
Thank you to the publisher for sending me a Netgalley of this book.
I was so excited to read this because being an ex-and-also-soon-to-be-again-New-Yorker, the restaurant culture is so fun and exciting. I was expecting stories from wild nights at the restaurants and behind the scenes stories of the master chefs and mixologists working there.
And maybe that happens…but I stopped read 12% into the book.
The author was incredibly crude in an unnecessary way (and that’s coming from someone who swears like a sailor) since the very beginning. It made me very uncomfortable to read, and therefore, I couldn’t finish this book. Some things that made me uncomfortable:
1. Calling someone the F slur because they were gay (because it was his “nickname”, but no “those were the times I would never refer to anyone that way now” alongside it)
2. Calling a woman coworker (also an aspiring actress) a “Nazi poster child” because she was efficient, didn’t take shit, and was good at her job. And happened to be blonde.
3. Slut shaming the same woman a page later by saying AND I QUOTE: “…I don’t believe this ever resulted in her getting an acting gig (even though she did end up on her back quite a few times attempting to)”. Not to mention this author slut shames the woman when she was in situations with men who were in positions of power so extra not cool.
And so many more instances that I truly don’t want to revisit.
I feel bad that I didn’t read the rest of the book because I was so excited to, and because St. Martin’s Press so graciously gave me a copy, but if the author was such a misogynistic jerk in the first 12% of this book, I don’t want to know what the rest of the book is like.
Thank you to the publisher for sending me a Netgalley of this book.
I was so excited to read this because being an ex-and-also-soon-to-be-again-New-Yorker, the restaurant culture is so fun and exciting. I was expecting stories from wild nights at the restaurants and behind the scenes stories of the master chefs and mixologists working there.
And maybe that happens…but I stopped read 12% into the book.
The author was incredibly crude in an unnecessary way (and that’s coming from someone who swears like a sailor) since the very beginning. It made me very uncomfortable to read, and therefore, I couldn’t finish this book. Some things that made me uncomfortable:
1. Calling someone the F slur because they were gay (because it was his “nickname”, but no “those were the times I would never refer to anyone that way now” alongside it)
2. Calling a woman coworker (also an aspiring actress) a “Nazi poster child” because she was efficient, didn’t take shit, and was good at her job. And happened to be blonde.
3. Slut shaming the same woman a page later by saying AND I QUOTE: “…I don’t believe this ever resulted in her getting an acting gig (even though she did end up on her back quite a few times attempting to)”. Not to mention this author slut shames the woman when she was in situations with men who were in positions of power so extra not cool.
And so many more instances that I truly don’t want to revisit.
I feel bad that I didn’t read the rest of the book because I was so excited to, and because St. Martin’s Press so graciously gave me a copy, but if the author was such a misogynistic jerk in the first 12% of this book, I don’t want to know what the rest of the book is like.