Eater blog editor Amanda Kludt (8/20/09) has a sneak look at an embarrassingly fawning New York Times review of a new book by their own recently resigned food critic, Frank Bruni–and, "according to a tipster with a copy (not yet online), it's a looooovefest":
His writing has always been muscular and clear. Now that I have devoured his memoir, I hold him in even greater estimation, not only for his discernment and his accomplished prose but for his bravery.
OK, Dominique Browning, so you're impressed. But how about sending some more kisses Bruni's way? Exhibit B:
The love with which Bruni writes about his family is breathtaking. His relationship with his mother was one of ferocious tenderness; as I read Bruni's description of her struggle with cancer, I choked with tears.
"One benefit of holding a job of high import at the New York Times is that when you write a book, outlets line up to review it," notes Kludt–but isn't it a bit inappropriate that this should this be "including the esteemed Sunday Book Review"?