Stephanie Land: January 2006

Monday, January 30, 2006

Cat Fight?

Jennifer Weiner, author of the "chick lit" gems Good In Bed and In Her Shoes, on her blog thoughtfully critiques the New York Times review of Melissa Bank's latest novel The Wonder Spot. Curtis Sittenfeld, author of Prep, wrote the review, and Weiner says it tells us as much about the reviewer herself as it does about Bank's novel. Likewise, Weiner's critique of Sittenfeld's review says a lot about Weiner and her feelings about the degradation of books that are described as "chick lit." As she so accurately points out:

And while we’re performing the online equivalent of pulling each other’s hair and writing mean things about each other’s work on the virtual bathroom walls, men are still getting the majority of reviews in major papers and men are still penning the majority of the pieces in The New Yorker and influential magazines.

I totally agree.

I'm also a huge fan of Bank. I enjoyed The Wonder Spot, as well as her first book, The Girl's Guide to Hunting and Fishing. I once lent my copy of The Girl's Guide to a friend who read it and then told me she thought it was "degrading." It ruined the friendship. Clearly she was mistaken. At any rate, there is some truth in parts of Sittenfeld's review, but she entirely underestimates Bank and her writing abilities. Whether Bank writes "chick lit" or not is beside the point. She is a writer who, with just a few words, is able to express the intricacies of a relationship, the grey area of complicated situations. I'll leave you with a little sample from The Girls Guide:

I once read that no matter how long an alcoholic was sober, as soon as he went back to drinking he would be exactly where he was when he'd left off. That's how it was with Archie and me.

I filled his closet with my clothes. My shampoos and conditioners lined the ledge of his tub. He stocked his refrigerator with diet root beer and carrots.

We ate dinner together every night, out or in.

Before bed, from the upstairs bathroom he'd announce, "I'm taking my Antabuse!"

I didn't know what to say. I tried to think what the right answer might be. Then, I'd call out, "Thanks," as though I'd sneezed and he'd blessed me.

I knew he wanted to have sex if he put on aftershave before bed. I called it his forescent. The sex itself was manual labor. I was there for what happened afterward - the tenderness that didn't come any other way.

Sometimes, we slept face to face, with our arms around each other; one night I woke up and his mouth was so close to mine I was breathing his breath...

(Many thanks, Sarah, for sending me the link to Weiner's blog.)

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Fed Up

You've got to be kidding me! I do not need this.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Dream Come True

After receiving a snarky comment from my own mother (gasp!) about my procrastination, I feel like I have to make good on my promise to write today. Again, though, there's the time issue. So, I decided to post a profile I wrote last quarter. My beat was Women's Issues, and I was interested in writing about a female entrepreneur. Janine MacLachlan turned out to be a reporter's dream. Incidentally, she lives (and works) in my neighborhood. Profile follows:

Janine MacLachlan stands in front of her stove, stirring a simmering pot of soy milk, Seedling Fruit cider and a special blend of spices. As frothy liquid starts to bubble over the edge of the pot, MacLachlan vacillates a few moments before deciding to upgrade to a larger one.
She energetically explains that the cider is from Chicago’s own Green City Market, and the spices are an original concoction of nutmeg, cinnamon, cardamom and cloves. She serves her Chai Cider in two oversized mugs.

MacLachlan runs a cooking school from her circa-1893 home. She sits with her feet tucked under her in her Lakeview kitchen, which has also been her workplace since 1999. She explains how she decided to name her business the Rustic Kitchen.

“I wanted people to understand that [food] can still be delicious and not too fancy,” she says.
“Some people are intimidated.”

The Rustic Kitchen is anything but intimidating. It is located in MacLachlan’s second-floor apartment on tree-lined Brompton Avenue but is more French country home than metropolitan walk-up.

Sunlight streams through two large windows and a door that stands open to a porch. Pots of all sizes hang from a rack in the ceiling. MacLachlan has created an intimate sitting area with a small tablecloth-covered table, two wicker-backed chairs and a comfy armchair of yellow plaid. Whimsical food quotes adorn the walls: “Life is a combination of magic and pasta,” says Federico Fellini.

“Always serve too much hot fudge sauce on sundaes,” Judith Olney advises. “It makes people overjoyed and puts them in your debt.”

“If you are given champagne at lunch there is a catch somewhere,” Lord Lyons warns.
A black and white photograph of MacLachlan hangs in a lamp-lit corner. In it she wears a crisp, white chef’s coat and reverently clasps a bunch of asparagus. She calls it “Praying with asparagus.”

The Rustic Kitchen is not a cooking school in the traditional sense, and MacLachlan is not a typical chef. Her business encompasses a variety of entrepreneurial enterprises: classes, demonstrations, farmer’s market tours, writing and recipe development.
This 30-something foodie says she grew up in Saginaw, Mich., eating frozen food from a box. Her mother married at 21, had four children right away and didn’t care to cook.
MacLachlan says she had a Suzy Homemaker oven as a girl and admits that she always liked to cook.

In college at Central Michigan University, she studied journalism because there was no public relations degree. She liked writing but wanted more variety.“Public relations is storytelling, content providing in a different way.” MacLachlan says. “I’m drawn to that.”

She spent most of her career in agencies working with food and wine clients like Land O’ Lakes butter, Quaker oatmeal, Crisco oil and shortening and the California Wine Institute. Laughing, she says, “I got to say I only drink when I’m working.” While working with Land O’Lakes, MacLachlan went on the set of “Baking with Julia” with food legend Julia Child, who, she interjects comically, used a lot of butter. She has also worked with dessert doyenne Dorie Greenspan, Ina Garten of Barefoot Contessa fame and healthy-eating authority Graham Kerr.
In 1999 MacLachlan left her successful career in public relations to experience life on the other side of the stove. She headed to Greystone, Calif., where she spent several months taking a survey of classes at the Culinary Institute of America.

After she returned, she opened the Rustic Kitchen. The cooking classes were not an end in themselves. The marketing maven says her classes were simultaneously an internal focus group for her recipe development. She has created sumptuous recipes like white bean soup with roasted garlic and rosemary for Bush’s Beans and gooey Karo krispers for Karo Syrup.
MacLachlan says she knew if she set aside time to pursue cooking something would bubble up.
“It’s a calculated risk,” she says. “It’s not so much of a risk when you know you can go back at any time.” She thinks about this for a moment and adds, “It’s easy to be an entrepreneur when all you need to do is support yourself.”

MacLachlan markets herself on her Web site, http://www.rustickitchen.com/, as, among other things, a corporate creativity coach who can help food or wine clients craft a message to a target audience. She targets her own classes both to novice cooks seeking private lessons and to corporate clients seeking a hands-on team-building experience.

For MacLachlan, her work is her way of life. She is passionate about eating fresh, seasonal foods and supporting local farmers. She customizes menus for every class. Whether she designs a menu offering a Mediterranean-inspired dinner with caramelized onion tart a la Provence or a springtime dinner with carrot ginger soup depends on the season. She says she has been really into chestnuts lately – chestnut ice cream and chestnut apple soup. She describes a burgeoning friendship with the farmer who sells the chestnuts at the Green City Market.“My favorite part of the week is going to the farmer’s market,” MacLachlan says. “It’s a community.”

The self-described farm groupie adds, “Chefs know they are only as good as their farmers.”
It makes sense, then, that MacLachlan is the co-leader of the Chicago branch of Slow Food USA, an organization dedicated to ecologically sound food production and seasonal culinary traditions.
“This is where I’m putting my P.R. cap on,” she says. “[The group] is helping us understand that good food comes from somewhere and has a face behind it.”
MacLachlan seems to never take that cap off.

“For my next job, I’m going to set up a folding chair on a campus and help people with interview skills – presentation and managing expectations,” she says.

It’s impossible to tell if she’s joking.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Schizophrenia

Sometimes I check my own blog and am disappointed to find that no one has added a new post. I think to myself, "Why hasn't anyone updated this blog?" I'm not an idiot. I know that it's my blog and that I'm the one who does the updating. Nonetheless, I'm disappointed every time. Inexplicable.

It's been a while, I know. I've been really busy. I hope to be able to post something more substantial tomorrow.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Congratulations!

My warmest congratulations and sincere admiration go to Vince who just won third place in the Louisville Eccentric Observer's annual Literary LEO contest for his short story "Up in Alaska." The story will be published in the Feb. 8 issue of the LEO, and Vince gets to read part of it at The Jazz Factory at Glassworks. Hopefully, T-Mac will make an appearance in my stead.

And, kudos to me for being the only member of the Writing Group to see the genius behind the pot brownies.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

That's On the Record

Two great quotes from yesterday:

"I've always wanted to go to Iceland." -Vince.

On passing an Islam Awareness booth where students were handing out free hot chocolate: "Can I have my hot chocolate now and my awareness later?" -Lauren.

Nothing very notable today. I awoke from a dream this morning in which I was engaged to be married. I actually tried to go back to sleep because I wanted to see what the ring looked like. It's the little things...

Sunday, January 15, 2006

I Heart David Letterman

Bill O'Reilly's appearance on the David Letterman Show has only rekindled my crush on Letterman (for which some misguided tarts once ridiculed me). I didn't see the show the night it aired (I think it was sometime last week), but I enjoyed watching Letterman spar with O'Reilly in the 12-minute video clip linked above.

Also, I think I saw Roger Ebert on my street yesterday. After what turned out to be a little too much deliberation, I followed him into the building I think he went into just to get a better look. But, not being a Sun Times reader myself, I didn't know if he was more likely to go up (T.J. Maxx) or down (Bed Bath and Beyond). I followed my heart; T.J. Maxx has been good to me. I quickly scanned the store before deciding it'd probably be a good idea to check for him in the purse section. Fifteen minutes later, standing in front of a mirror, celebrity film critic forgotten, I gave the beautiful black number on my arm two thumbs up.

Saturday, January 14, 2006

How to Become a Writer

I just read Lorrie Moore's "How to Become a Writer Or, Have You Earned that Cliche?" It struck a cord.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Also

Jill Carroll, a 28-year-old freelance reporter for The Christian Science Monitor, has been identified as the female reporter kidnapped a few days ago in Iraq.

Happy Eid.

Things I Don't Know How to Say

If I've talked to you recently, then you know about the irritating profile assignment I was given in my magazine writing class. I was paired with a classmate I don't know very well, and we tailed each other all weekend. If I wasn't cramping her style, she was cramping mine.

I did learn some interesting things about being interviewed: the importance of asking the right questions and of paying close attention to everything the interviewee is saying, both with her words and her silence.

My partner was here Sunday, observing me making supper for some friends. She took photos of my apartment, wrote down the names of books on my bookshelf, investigated photographs. She asked me questions in rapid-fire succession. Two of them stood out to me. First, about my apron, a simple white smock with a gray tabby cat slinking around the bottom. It is worn and stained all over with yellow and brown war wounds from years in the kitchen.

Partner wanted to know who gave it to me.

Don't remember. I've had it so long.

I know this detail is going to show up in her profile on me. She will probably conclude that I am cat crazy and leave readers (my other classmates) with the impression that I am the type who collects cat figurines or buys cat calendars. What I wanted to tell her about my unattractive cat apron but didn't know how is that I wear it because like mashed potatoes and green peas, conversations with my parents, Sunday afternoon naps, and evenings spent with good and loyal friends it just feels like home.

She also asked me if I would consider myself a "big feminist." I said I would, but I was hesitant to tell her so. I followed up saying that I don't do anything to support the cause, and even as I was saying it I knew it wasn't true. I've given money to Planned Parenthood, I illuminated women's issues on my beat last quarter and, perhaps most importantly, I live my life as a big, fat feminist. In that moment, though, with just that one question and no follow-up, I didn't know how to admit how I really feel, which is that I don't do enough.

Needless to say, all of this has made me rethink the conclusions I came to about her.

Monday, January 09, 2006

For Trent

Learned today that the Chinese don't like cheese. Go figure.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

Blessed Be

I intended to write a post on my Art of the Nonfiction Book class and my semi-famous instructor Stephen Kinzer. Instead, I'm looking backward. I just rediscovered a note I wrote to myself and pinned on my cork board last January. It's a plain white square with Allison's pager number at the top and BLESSING BEE, NPR scrawled on the bottom. A clear (to me at least) reference to a hilarious excerpt from writer Shalom Auslander's book of short stories Beware of God. Auslander reads "The Blessing Bee" in Act Three of a This American Life show from last year.

Religion is getting the nod today, not only because it's the holy Sabbath - dripping sarcasm is difficult to convey in print, non? - but also because I attended church this morning. I know! Crazy! Don't be too freaked: It was a Unitarian church, and, well, that's another story altogether.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

For Allison


A love story.

Listing and Prophesying

Lists and prophecies seem to be the thing at times such as this, so I'll do my part. Last year I tried to remember to write down the books I read as I went, but I may have missed some. In chronological order...

Books I Read in 2005:
1. Amsterdam Ian McEwan
2. Mating by Norman Rush
3. Atonement by Ian McEwan
4. The Painted Drum by Louise Erdrich
5. The Wonder Spot by Melissa Bank
6. Housekeeping by Marilynne Robinson
7. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K. Rowling
8. Old School by Tobias Wolff
9. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by Rowling
10. The Saint of Lost Things by Christopher Castellani

Books I Started, but Didn't Finish in 2005:
1. Bel Canto by Ann Patchett
2. The Rule of Four by Ian Caldwell, Dustin Thomason
3. The Mermaid Chair by Sue Monk Kidd
4. The Dogs of Babel by Carolyn Parkhurst
5. A Yellow Raft in Blue Water by Michael Dorris
6. Native Son by Richard Wright
7. Five Quarters of the Orange by Joanne Harris
8. Chronicle of a Death Foretold by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
9. Pretty Birds by Scott Simon (this one I'm still reading)

Some I didn't like and put aside after the requisite fifty pages, others I liked but put down (and never picked back up) for one reason or another.

Books I Listened to on CD:
1. Garlic and Sapphires by Ruth Reichl

This can't be the only one, but it's the only one I can remember. I enjoyed it so much I didn't want to leave it off the year-end list.

2006 Predictions:
1. Pretty Birds by Simon
2. A Kiss From Maddalena by Christopher Castellani
3. The Devil in the White City by Erik Larson
4. The Birth of Venus by Sarah Dunant
5. Lucky Girls by Nell Freudenberger

I'm late, I realize, but Happy New Year anyway...and happy reading.