Tuesday, March 07, 2017

Reader's Diary #1455- Lucy Knisley: French Milk

A few years back I ruffled a few feathers by negatively reviewing a local poet's work whose defense turned out to be that they were poems written for her diary, not originally intended to be published. Fine, I suppose, but we've merely shifted blame to the publishers (and their editors). Not that such a book can't be pulled off, acceptable to outside readers, but without an audience in mind, there's a real danger of it being an exercise in navel gazing.

At its finest moments, and/or those moments when I was feeling most generous, Lucy Knisley's memoir French Milk worked fine as a travelogue. Otherwise, I found this 20-something's Paris tale to be self-indulgent, rushed, and aimless. A perfectly fine personal record of her trip, but the appeal for others is lost on me.

1 comment:

Buried In Print said...

I wanted to love this, but I think I'm just not her ideal reader: maybe I was looking for a stronger narrative arc whereas it felt a little more like a peek into her diary (but not quite random enough for that either). I liked it, but never really connected.