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...begin Issue 2 admitting defeat. I lose. I'm a cultural illiterate. I live in a shack and spit sunflower seeds on the floor of Sever. I'd rather read another coffee-table picture-biography of Michael Jordan than another page of Glamorama than the seven I read the other night while on hold in the magazine office...
...people talking--drama and life in its essence. The camera, manned by Bergman's master cinematographer, Sven Nykvist, holds on the actors' faces as they pour or spit out their lines. The film could lie there, inert and artless as an episode of an afternoon soap opera. It doesn't; it brings old rancors and flames alive. These troubled folks might be your parents...
Here's a question of the moment: Would you rather eat at one of French chef Alain Ducasse's pair of three-star restaurants or spend who knows how many hours preparing the spit-roasted lobster with caramelized salsify and almonds from his new cookbook, Ducasse: Flavors of France (Artisan; 288 pages; $50)? And would you rather dine at one of Jean-Georges Vongerichten's New York City food temples or make the apple confit from Jean-Georges: Cooking at Home with a Four-Star Chef (Broadway; 224 pages; $35)--a recipe that involves cutting 15 peeled Granny Smith apples...
Chefs at this level must tread a fine line between accessibility and mystique; revealing the trick behind that perfect spit-roasted lobster, after all, is a bit like a magician's showing just where he hid that bunny. But the drive to commercialize is inevitable. "We're working so hard, it's about time we make money!" Vongerichten exclaims. The famously perfectionist Trotter--himself no slouch in the self-marketing department, with half a dozen books, a new line of sauces and, in January, knives to his name--agrees. "It wasn't so long ago that being a chef...
...Machiavellian age and seemingly indispensable at the volatile court of England's tyrannical Henry VIII. With crafty language and veiled speech, he was master of the legalistic surmise and the affidavit of denial. He was the pre-eminent lawyer of the realm. At the same time, More could spit scatology with the foulest pamphleteers in that feverish dawn of the printing press. And as he spewed, he cast a censorious eye on the revolutionary and newfangled free flow of information. He believed in banning books. He believed in burning heretics...