Published in 1973, Food For Lovers is quite possibly the kookiest book I have ever read. The book is broken into 15 sections, each of which is based on a different type of man and the food an aspiring seductress should cook for him if she wants to win his affections.
The main problem of the book that the descriptions of each of these men are so horrible that I can’t think of why anyone in their right mind would want to be in the same room as them let alone seduce them.
Take this, from the introduction to Jack Snack:
Wow. One day my Prince will come. And he will be a dreary non-event couch potato. Although, in comparison to some of the other types mentioned, the boring (but benign) Jack Snack actually comes up sounding like a winner. He’s certainly preferable to Greek God Rod:
Dreary tv man is starting to look pretty good by comparison isn’t he?
Then there’s Professor Repressor:
At best, he sounds like a pervert. At worst, a sex offender.
If you find yourself attracted by such a specimen, I would suggest you you seek professional help.
Brodsky suggests you whip him up a bowl of borscht, followed by braised wine-steeped beef and an apple strudel.
As if these lesss than appealing descriptions aren’t bad enough, they are combined with some of the creepiest drawings I have ever seen.
This for example is the picture of Willy Wolfe. He looks like he’s just slipped a date rape drug into that glass of wine.
Then there’s Gadabout Guy.
Now, in my mind a gadabout guy is a handsome, debonair, cultured ladykiller, who spends his time flitting from cocktail party to sexy soiree to a jazz club in Paris in the 1950’s. He’s James Bond, he’s Cary Grant, he’s Alain Delon….
Uncannily similar aren’t they?
However, as we all know the proof of the cookbook is neither in the bizarre text or the even weirder drawings; it is in the eating. Stay tuned for The Food For Lovers Love Feast…