This is the book I chose to burn in my kitchen sink once I got to page 76 and 77.
It was after a meal of short ribs and cous cous which Im sure the author would have been incapable of cooking.
So Kali, why the attitude? Why burn the book?
I was really enjoying it until the author started interjecting her nonsensical political views that seemed so out of context.
It reminded me of the year Janeane Garofalo ruined an evening for me at the Aspen Comedy Festival. I had paid a cover charge to spend my evening being entertained by a line-up of stand up comics and up walks the disheveled Garofolo, notes in hand. Out of nowhere I was ambushed by her pathetic, mood killing, political rhetoric pouring from her mouth. I felt the instantaneous acid reflux of my evening's dinner creep up my throat.
Thats the same feeling I got on page 76 and 77 of this book.
The author paints herself as a good samaritan writing about her experience working for the LMDC but lacks a certain humanity as she passes judgement on family members who chose to mourn in "The Family Room". I don't need the author's opinion on whether or not she herself could stomach the realization of families praying to the bone fragments of loved ones.
Your impassivity is nauseating. Omit the bullshit and stick to the Bouillabaisse. That's why I payed the 1.99 on Amazon for a copy of your book.
The political vomit continues on page 77 as she starts ripping on the LMDC senior staff's assumed political ideology. Coincidentally, I happen to read these last pages last Friday, Sept 11th. Perhaps if it was any other day I would have restrained my book burning and recycled it for my Wheatan Terrier's morning walk.
(Below are pages 76 and 77 if you so choose to read. Click on them to make them larger)