I finished the Julie/Julia book I referenced in yesterday’s blog. I can’t believe that an extra 25 pages could make me go from being disappointed in a book to being utterly disgusted, but it happened and I cannot undo reading them – although I wish I could.
Julie Powell upon learning of the death of her “mentor” (Julia Child – they never met and Julia only found out about Julie Powell’s blog tangentially and called it uppity and crass) manages to (albeit poorly) refute the existence of any afterlife, relegates Julia Child’s immortal soul to nonexistence and professes that she can only live on in Julie Powell’s mind and the collective memory of her fans (and I suppose loved ones – although they are not mentioned). Julie P. is an arrogant B.
She ends the book with an awful excerpt from her upcoming novel about becoming a butcher with a disturbing delight in vivisection, cutting up animal organs and professes her sympathy for the likes of Jack the Ripper because there is poetry in dissecting carcasses – yikes.
Julie Powell comes across as a disturbed individual but as long as I try to picture her as Amy Adams it helps to dispel the horror. I’m thinking as far as the movie goes that Nora Ephron has hopefully left out the protagonist’s proclivity for saying f**&k as a form of punctuation for all of her sentences and withholds the part in the book about Julie Powell discovering a maggot covered drip pan in her kitchen. I may never want to eat again – was that the point of the book?
July 29, 2009 at 3:53 am |
I don’t know what the point was and this post makes me doubly glad I didn’t waste my time reading it. I really wonder what the movie will be like now. Do you still think you’ll go after reading the book? I think you put it correctly when you said Julie P. is an arrogant B.
July 29, 2009 at 4:11 pm |
The book was to promote the movie! LOL