Review: My Fair Lazy by Jen Lancaster
Author: Jen Lancaster
Genre/Pages: Humor Memoir/384
Publication: NAL Hardcover; May 4, 2010
Rating: 3 Bookmarks
Source: Review copy courtesy of NAL
In her latest installment, Jen Lancaster is on a journey of self-improvement–a JENaissance–but her sharp wit is a bit dull on this particular trip.
Jen Lancaster’s crusade to become more urbane and culturally enlightened tackles a few areas–performing arts, cuisine–and is an entertaining read, but it fell far short of my expectations. Could it be that my expectations were too high, or was it just that some anecdotes felt a bit forced, shoe-horned into the book even though they didn’t relate to the theme?
Neophobe that I am, I was particularly interested in her forays into the underbelly of exotic cuisine. Her experiences with Turkish and Cuban food and molecular gastronomy (Moto, Chicago) were enough to send me reeling. I actually traveled to Istanbul when I was 19 and subsisted on white rice and illicit trips to the McDonald’s in Taksim Square. I can’t promise that I’d behave any differently if I woke up in Turkey tomorrow, so it was inspiring to see Lancaster taking one for the team, embracing the new foods. I lived vicariously through her, if nothing else.
My Fair Lazy is Lancaster’s 5th memoir and I’m not sure how many more books she can churn out without some fresh experiences. If I’d have to wager, I’d put my money on a lengthy trip abroad for Jen and her husband Fletch to give her material for her next book.
My Fair Lazy is a good read–fun for the beach or pool–but it didn’t have me laughing nearly as hard as a few of her other memoirs.