The trouble with writing a fictionalised account of a real person’s life
is the more you research, the less you’re sure what really happened. In the
postscript to her new novel White
Truffles In Winter (Alma Books, $35), US writer NM Kelby tells of hitting
this problem when she set out to turn the personal history of legendary French
chef Auguste Escoffier into a novel. Articles and biographies about her subject
were wildly contradictory and often inaccurate. In the end Kelby had to write
Escoffier as she believed he might have been, filling in the gaps with fiction
to bring him to life. The result is a meandering novel that will leave you both
hungry and sad.
Escoffier is known for being the father of modern French cuisine. In the
course of his long career he originated the system still used in restaurant
kitchens today. But Kelby’s Escoffier is a man as obsessed with women as he is
with food; and those twin passions rule him.
The story opens at the end of Escoffier’s life. He has retired to Monte
Carlo to write his memoirs, and he and his wife, the poet Delphine Daffis, are
both slowly dying. Delphine has one final desire. She wants Escoffier to create
a dish and name it for her as he did for so many of the famous, most notably
his alleged lover, the actress Sarah Bernhardt.
Since she is mostly confined to her room Delphine co-opts the family’s
new cook Sabine to help persuade him. Sabine bears an astonishing resemblance
to the young Sarah Bernhardt and her appearance in the household raises the
ghosts of old memories and regrets, all of them centred on love and food.
Delphine’s recollections are of being forced into marriage by her father
after he loses her to Escoffier in a poker game. And being slowly seduced in a
steamy, hot kitchen by the flavours of the diminutive chef’s cooking. She looks
back on her husband’s betrayals and the long years when his great successes
forced them apart.
Meanwhile Escoffier writes of the dishes he has created, the glories and
disgraces of his career, and the best way to kill crayfish (cover them in
champagne, preferably Moet, to make them drowsy apparently).
Sabine is the thread that holds the two sets of memories together. She
becomes Escoffier’s final protege and gradually her own life is transformed by
food and love.
Much of White Truffles In Winter
is given over to luscious descriptions of food: from Escoffier’s complex
creations to Sabine’s robust peasant food. Passage upon passage of
mouthwatering prose richly sauces the story. Lashings of foie gras, pungent
truffles, sweet briny langoustines; this is not a book to read if there’s
nothing to eat in the house!
If you’re a foodie this novel will satisfy – it is beautifully composed
and a fascinating portion of history. As a love story it is more frustrating.
Escoffier while passionate about cooking, had little appetite to actually eat
and Kelby portrays him as having much the same approach to love.
Still this is her interpretation, a fiction rather than pure fact, and
she holds true to it throughout this poignant, gentle read.
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