A Parisian Feast: Seven Delicious Books about Paris

What better way to end Paris Week than with a fabulous meal? Today the chef has prepared for you a feast for mind, body, and spirit centered on the joys of Paris and all that she has to offer.



Hors D’oeuvres 
The Patisseries of Paris

It may not seem right to start with this little book of pastry shops, but Cahill’s pocket-sized book is the perfect starter, leading to Paris’ finest and grandest patisseries. Arranged by arrondissement, the book includes not only charming write-ups of each delicious little store, but also interviews, information about classic French pastries (like the Madeline and the difference between glace and gelato), as well as gorgeous photos. My only complaint about The Patisseries of Paris is that it does not include maps. C’est la vie!



 Poisson
by Ian Kelly

Long before names like Emeril, Giada, and Julia were household names, there was Antonin Careme – chef to the French kings and queens during the late 18th and early 19th centuries. Antonin Careme shaped cuisine from the way courses are served to the setting of tables – effects of which linger today. Recipes and menus from the chef’s kitchen, letters, and even drawings fill Kelly’s book chronicling Careme’s life. The fascinating story illustrates the political and economic power wielded by a man who spun gigantic sugar extraordinaires for the likes of the Napoleon and Josephine, Tallyrand, and Tsar Alexander.


by Donald Kladstrup and Petie Kladstrup

No French meal would be complete without wine, and Wine and War is a delicious tale filled with intrigue, daring, and danger. When the Germans occupied France, one of their first acts was to seize the French wine stores and production and attempt to export their booty back to Germany. Some complied, but even more did not, and the lengths to which they went to save a national treasure make for a rich and satisfying read.



by Sena Jeter Naslund

Marie Antoinette arrived in France as a fourteen year-old girl who was stripped of every reminder of her native Austria at the French border and married to a fifteen year-old prince. What unfolds in Naslund’s telling is a story of longing, naivete, and loss leading, as we all know, to the executioner’s scaffold. Despite the foregone conclusion, though, Abundance is aptly named – a deep and filling portrait of a woman oft villainized and barely understood.



by Julia Child

Ah! After war and revolution, appetizers and mains, enter Julia Child. The famous American chef moved to Paris in 1948. The war was over. Paul, Julia’s husband, was a diplomat in Paris, and she was looking for something to do. In the end she learned to cook, collaborated on a cook book, and changed American cooking habits forever. But My Life in France is about so much more than food. It is a joyful look at Paris as it healed from the war and the Parisians Child came to love.

by David Lebovitz

David Lebovitz’s life sounds like a fantasy: he is a pastry chef who writes cookbooks while living in Paris. And, he admits, it certainly is “the sweet life.” But he has learned a lot about Paris and Parisians along the way which lead to a fun and funny book. Packed with insights and advice about topics such as what to do when Parisians cut in line in the grocery store, or what to expect when hiring a French housekeeper, and even how to navigate the French health care system, Lebovitz’s book sounds like a book for new expats. But, like a great French pastry, when you break it open the gooey, sweet filling is much more satisfying than it looks. Lebovitz includes recipes, tips for travelers, store and source recommendations, and he delivers everything with humor and insight. In the end, even if you never visit Paris, you have glimpsed the heart of the Parisian when you’ve finished reading The Sweet Life in Paris. (Read my interview with David Lebovitz here.)




Fromages
French By Heart

by Rebecca Ramsey

A French cheese course is never trite nor cheesy and neither is Rebecca Ramsey’s book, French by Heart. Ramsey, her husband, and her children moved from South Carolina to France for a four-year odyssey. The tales of her children, their neighbors, and the challenges of moving a family to a foreign country are funny, sweet, sad – sometimes all at once. Even the simplest of tasks can be a challenge, but Ramsey’s plucky telling is filled with a joie de vivre which is contagious.

What books about Paris or France do you love? Share them below, and we will add them to the feast.    
In the immortal words of Julia Child and so many others, “Bon Appetite!”


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Paris Week: Eight Questions for Heather Stimmler-Hall

This interview is from The Gypsy's Guide archives, and first appeared in December, 2008.   I was feeling a little naughty, though, and what's better than Heather's book about the naughty side of the City of Light as part of Paris Week?  Enjoy!


Heather Stimmler-Hall's book, Naughty Paris: a Lady's Guide to the Sexy City, debuted last fall and is a "specialty guidebook." Specialty guidebooks, sometimes called "secondary guidebooks," are those which focus on revealing a specific aspect of a place, in this case the erotic side of the City of Lights. The book's description reads, in part:
"Sure, there are plenty of books out there for “romantic” Paris. While they will tell you where to buy stylish clothes and designer perfume, Naughty Paris direct you toward luscious leather corsets and the sauciest, silkiest French lingerie. They list the family-friendly restaurants. We list female-friendly bars. You'll discover sexy hotels where couples ignite their passion, not extinguish it beneath girlish chintz and doilies."
Heather was on tour with Naughty Paris and was kind enough to answer a few questions...

AKN: Did you always want to be a writer? How did you get started in writing?

Heather Stimmler-Hall: I was a writer as young as I can remember. I wrote poems, plays, stories, all sorts of things as a kid, then took journalism classes in high school and had an after-school job as the teen correspondent for the daily newspaper in Phoenix. When I went to college I actually majored in political science because I thought I'd be a White House journalist. I've strayed a bit, lol!
AKN: What is the attraction of being naughty?

Heather Stimmler-Hall: Oh, I think it's in our genes, naughtiness. Anything that's "interdite" or otherwise off limits is fascinating. Everyone likes to rebel in their own way once in awhile. For some of us being naughty could be cozying up with a box of chocolates and a romance novel instead of working. ;) Being naughty on vacation is particularly attractive because we're less likely to get caught by anyone we know. 

AKN: Tells us about the evolution of your book The Naughty Paris Guide.  Where did the idea come from?  How hard was the concept to sell to a publisher?
 

Heather Stimmler-Hall:  I've been writing about Paris for over a decade and giving tours for four years, and so I had a lot of people asking me for this information which, as far as I could tell, only existed in French. I had the idea to do a guide to naughty Paris for years, but the idea for doing it as more of a light-hearted women's guide, something fun and sexy, not sleazy or seedy, was suggested by a friend of mine in 2004. It took me three years to finally write and produce the book myself (with a professional photographer and design team) after not finding a publisher willing to do it the way I thought was best. I'm a bit stubborn, but I've also been doing this for years for other publishers and sometimes I think I know better what tourists in Paris are looking for than the publishers in their New York offices do.

AKN: For someone who has never been to Paris, when would you say is the best time to visit?

Heather Stimmler-Hall:  Anytime is a good time to come to Paris. But if you had the choice, come between late April and October. It's still fun in the winter, but just very cold and wet.

AKN: What is your favorite naughty place in Paris?  
 

Heather Stimmler-Hall: I'm not sure I have a favorite naughty place...although I do go to the Bonheur des Dames soirée with my girlfriends a lot. It's fun, free, and there's complimentary food and drinks in addition to the male striptease show, ooh la la!

AKN: In this season of naughty and nice lists, which list would you rather be on? 

Heather Stimmler-Hall:  Oh, I'm actually a very nice girl, lol! Even though I wrote a naughty guide, it's easy to research things as a journalist, but in reality I'm actually very old fashioned. I like to go to dinner and a movie with my boyfriend, not swinger's clubs and fetish parties. Maybe some day, if we ever need to shake things up a bit, lol!
AKN: What is the primary message you’d like your readers to take away from this book?

Heather Stimmler-Hall: That being a beautiful, sexy woman is more about your attitude than anything you wear. That men are more attracted to a woman who loves herself, who is confident and happy.

AKN: What’s next for you?

I'm looking for writers to do the Naughty London and Naughty New York guides!


Merci beaucoup, Heather!  

Heather's book is called Naughty Paris: A Lady's Guide to the Sexy City.  You can read more about Naughty Paris on the Naughty Paris blog .  There you will also find information about Heather's tours of the erotic side of Paris




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Paris Week: A Thirty-Something Blogger on "Julie & Julia"

I left the movie theater pensive, teary, and, frankly melancholy. Not because “Julie & Julia” was a sad movie in the least – the film glows with joy. Nora Ephron has created an elegant love letter to America’s favorite French chef and the blogger who made her name while making Julia’s recipes. Indeed, Meryl Streep brings luminosity and comedy to her tall, solid Julia Child – traits which, by all accounts, the real Ms. Child possessed in spades. And Amy Adams’ portrayal of Julie Powell is one of humor and life as well.

But when I left the movie theater last week, I wasn’t filled with a great sense of joie de vivre. Instead, I was fighting back tears.

Julie & Julia” is based on two books: My Life in France by Julia Child and Julie and Julia: My Year of Cooking Dangerously by Julia Powell. The stories of Julie and Julia’s lives are whipped together creating a confection – and I mean that in the yummiest sense of the word -- that is both sweet and satisfying. Truly, it is a tale of passion. Julia Child, newly married, finds herself in post-war Paris where women of her station are expected to make hats and to play bridge. But when she says, “I am very conventional,” the irony is as thick as her beurre blanc. Julie Powell, also a young married woman, spends her days dealing with post-9/11 insurance calls in a scarred and broken New York City. She has written a novel no one bought and glumly cites the writer’s mantra, “You’re not a writer unless someone publishes you.”

Not only is this a movie about two women separated by half a century, it is also about their two cities separated by time as well as an ocean. Julia Child’s Paris is gorgeous – too gorgeous for post-war France. But that’s part of Ephron’s fantasy. Paris is, once again, a city of colorful markets, tidy streets, and charming patisseries where there is never a shortage of butter for the woman who loves butter as much as I do. Julie Powell, however, lives in Queens – the antithesis of Paris – on a noisy street above a pizzeria. Where Julia walks into her new Parisian apartment and declares, “It’s Versailles!” Julie turns around in her dingy kitchen and asks her husband, “What are we doing here?” Julia flourishes in Paris; Julie flourishes living vicariously through Julia.

On the surface both women find their salvation in cooking. Indeed, as Julia heads to Le Cordon Bleu and Julie to her tiny, dysfunctional kitchen, it seems they both will end up cooking their way to happiness. And they do, sort of. But if that was all there was to the story, I’d have just left the theater hungry.

Indeed, there’s no fighting it: you will leave the theater hungry. From piles of onions sliced for practice to boeuf bourguignon, decadent chocolate cakes, lobster thermidor, to the most gorgeous roasted chicken you’ve ever seen… the film is a visual feast. My Diet Coke and Twizzlers were rather unsatisfactory in comparison.

And therein lies the problem… after “Julie & Julia” I am having trouble being satisfied with my own real life.

But there is more to the story that satisfied stomachs.  Watching the film I was struck by how many facets of my own life flickered across the screen...

Both Julie and Julia have husbands they adore and who adore them. I am so lucky to recognize that look on Paul Child’s face as he looks at Julia as the same look my own husband gives me. Where Eric is Julie’s greatest cheerleader, so, too, is my own husband mine.

And when Julia reaches across the dance floor to grasp her sister’s hand, my own hand fluttered, thinking of holding my sister’s hand at her wedding last year. The pain on Julia’s face when a baby carriage passes… I know that pain.

As Julie struggles with blogger’s narcissism – a natural byproduct of writing about yourself and your life all the time – I see myself and think, “I have to let this one blog post go and call my sister instead.” Both women ride the proverbial publishing roller coaster – the agony of rejection letters I know too well and the joy of acceptance. I remember the first comment I got on my blog. The dance Julia does when her book is finally accepted for publication – I did that dance, too. And the last vignette – as Julia holds her published book at last – left me breathless with its honest glee, a feeling I can tell you is exactly how I felt the first time I held my book, too.

But it is that question that all bloggers ask – “Is there anyone out there reading me?” – that cuts to the quick. Julie Powell had incredible, out-of-the-blue, phenomenal success as a blogger and then as a writer. Heck, I used to read The Julie/Julia Project when it was just a baby blog. And like Julie all bloggers dream of the book contract and the movie deal that allows us to leave our day jobs to do that which is truly fulfilling. Yes, even you sitting there so smug. You know that’s the pie-in-the-sky fantasy.

And we tell ourselves that it DOES happen. I mean, it happened to Julie, right? Otherwise, it is far to easy to feel like we are just spitting these words out… countless words day after day… words for which we don’t get paid but which we write because we hope that one day the book/movie/syndication fairy will drop in out of the sky and click that little “contact me” button in the right hand column… and suddenly all of that work and effort will be worth it and we, too, will have 65 phone messages from agents and publishers and t.v. producers and our books will “change the world” just like Julie and Julia’s did.

Until then, though, we must carry on. We thirty-something women (and my birthday last week planted me closer to the movie’s Julia than to Julie), we must “be fearless” as Julia admonishes. “Never apologize. No excuses. No exclamations,” she declares as she scoops up an omlette that didn’t quite flip in the pan.

And this story of two women in their thirties offers an anthem of solidarity to us all. There is more out there than making hats or answering phones. And while we may right now be working to keep the creditors at bay or to keep from defaulting on our student loans or to keep the bank from foreclosing on our homes, like Julie and Julia we must not bury our true loves. Those passions we feel are not silly indulgences. And the relationships we have are to be cherished and fed with buttery goodness.

And when I write all of that, I feel that wave of inspiration and joy that Nora Ephron wants me to feel… but it would be a lot easier to believe it all if I could look out the door and see Paris.





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