The Nasty Bits: Collected Varietal Cuts, Usable Trim, Scraps, and Bones by Anthony Bourdain. 

I’m on a bit of a non-fiction spree here.  And frankly, it’s because of my strange book-shelving system.  There are the to-be-read- shelves and the read-shelves.  The read shelves are further divided and organized, and the non-fiction section has more empty space.  Crazy way to pick what to read, but whatever.  I have a lot of homework to do, you know, and I’m doing it.  And, pat me on the back here: I’ve made it over a month without buying books. 

Right.  Bourdain.  Love him.  I love his taste in music, his brash demeanor, his more obnoxious habits, from which I’m insulated, since I don’t have to smell his cigarettes or hear his drunker banter.  He’s a character and a half.  And, also, he tends to be right about food most of the time.

This particular book is a collection of articles and stories he’s written for a variety of publications over the years.  It was a great break from the books about murder I was toting about, it was easy to read on the metro since the pieces are short.  It was also a bit tough to read on the metro, because it made me laugh a lot.  And when you laugh on the metro, people assume you’re nuts.  Which is fine–makes it easier to have a seat to yourself.

So, it’s a fun read.  It’s not Bourdain at his best, but a book of articles is rarely anyone’s best.  La. 

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