#IMWAYR: Chef's Kiss!
Hi hi, folks! I've got quite the review for you today, so let's get to it!
Chef's Kiss
So, I'm going to preface this review by saying that (a) sometimes I have a sense of humor, and sometimes I absolutely don't, and (b) after my April breakup, I'm still a little bit cynical about romance. And none of this really lent itself to reading and enjoying Chef's Kiss, alas. I say all this because I have more critiques than I initially expected to, but I want you to take them with a grain of salt, in the sense that maybe this was a better book than I experienced, and I was just totally in the wrong mood to read it. (In my defense, I thought I was in the right mood to read it at the beginning.)
Anyway, let's start with the good! And there is a lot of good in Chef's Kiss. This book is determined to be as fun as humanly possible. It's built around a great idea—what if you take a relatively normal human being (Ben) who we can all relate to, and get him caught up in a series of increasingly absurd and picturesque adventures as he tries to figure out his career and (just maybe) finds love? Ben ends up working at this restaurant where he essentially has to compete for his right to stay as a chef, creating new dishes each week like it's a Food Network TV show, and having them judged by a pig (yes, a pig) with a very particular palate. I mean, that's too fun. And the book has a sense of humor at every turn, with silly banter between friends, and absurdist illustrations of what characters are imagining or what stories they're telling. The back matter even includes fun character bios and bonus art—the creators clearly enjoyed spending time in this universe. And the book is a fast-paced read too, and it's generally self-aware that it's pulling all kinds of tropes into a blender and cooking up (get it?) a rollicking, silly, not-too-realistic story. It's like that friend who takes a slightly-cringey joke further and further and further until you finally relent and laugh.
But there were a few things (one of which, I'll admit, was my own emotional experience) that kept me from actually relenting and getting 100% on board with this story. One place where I got tripped up was Liam, our potential love interest. I'll be completely transparent and say that I was hoping this would be a book where I could identify with Ben, and swoon after Liam. But to be frank, Liam is so uninteresting that I can't imagine why anyone would have a crush on him. Sure, he's pretty. But the most interesting he says in the whole book is this bizarre thing about being "a man with Viking blood" that honestly gave me the ick. Otherwise, he has no real defined voice, no interests, and no particular life outside of work and his interactions with Ben. And it's a real problem, because as cynical as I may be about romance right now, I'm also totally optimistic and hopeful, in the sense that I believe romance is the chance to meet someone whose everyday existence you find magical, and who expands your horizons while making you feel seen and cared for. And there's so many books—Aristotle and Dante, Heartstopper, Sunhead, Taproot, Crumbs, If You'll Have Me, Bloom, Northranger—that capture the magic in a way that makes me excited to fall in love for real. But there's no particular magic in Ben and Liam's connection—just fairly standard interactions and "bare minimum" kinds of romantic moments. (Wow, he took you to see the sunset...does he want a gold medal?)
Also, there's just too many abs in this book. Look, I get it that Liam is the love interest and he's supposed to be ripped and hot and whatever. Fine. Cool. No problems there. And I'm gay, and I'm just as attracted to abs as the next guy. Again, all fine. And I can tolerate, though not well, the fairly contrived situation to show off Liam's abs, which is the locker room at the restaurant where Ben and Liam change into their chef's outfits. I'm 99% sure restaurants don't have locker rooms, but this book is clearly here to have fun, and I understand that it just wants an excuse to show off Liam's abs. Fine. Whatever. And I GUESS I will put up with the scene where Liam and Ben are both changing their shirts and Liam puts his hand on Ben's bare skin without even asking, though if someone did that to me and we weren't dating, I would throw them off a balcony. (Not actually, if the FBI is asking.) But good freaking grief, what I cannot deal with is that Ben, who is supposed to be our relatable self-insert everyman (or at least that's what I hoped for), and who is a 22-year-old ENGLISH MAJOR, ALSO has abs and is ripped just like Liam. Like, what? No. I can't. How am I supposed to relate to you or sympathize with you if you're hotter than I'll ever be? Then it's not even wish fulfillment of the normal guy getting the hot guy—it's just two hot guys who are into each other. Like, just...ugh. And I have to be SO IRRITATING for a second—because here's the thing. We are allowed to be attracted to conventionally attractive characteristics. We are! I'm not disputing that. But how limiting to imagine that we can only be attracted to conventionally attractive characteristics. And in both the books I've previously referenced and in real life, normal-looking people with normal physical characteristics fall in love, and they are perfectly attracted to each other and it's actually magical and lovely. You don't need abs to be lovable. And it's not that this book is saying you do—really, it's just that the whole world is constantly equating beauty with attractiveness and it's annoying and this book just reminds me of it and it's a convenient excuse to vent. I do love venting. (Clearly.)
I'll admit that the previous paragraph isn't so much about the book as it is inspired by the book. But I do have one more thing to say that's actually about the book, for real. This is one of those books where a character decides to keep a secret from other people, because he's afraid of how they'll react. (I don't want to specify the secret, but I'll say that it's not anyone's sexual orientation.) I personally don't love books where characters keep secrets, because it's ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS a bad idea, without fail. But I went with it, in part because it creates just enough tension to prevent the book from being all light and fluffy. So you know, I'm reading along, and I'm assuming that the character is going to tell this secret to those other people, and they're going to be totally fine with it and the whole secret-keeping exercise will have been pointless, as it so often is. And then the secret comes out, and the other folks react by...well, let's just say that I honest-to-goodness asked myself, "Is this a dream sequence? Am I going to turn the page and find out that this didn't happen? It can't have possibly happened." But within the book's canon, it did happen. And it's really baffling. I get that all books are contrived to a degree, and I get that fun, rollicking romance reads like this are especially contrived in the sense that they're trying to get from point A to point B. We know what the points are, they do too, and they've got to get us there. But even contrived, fun, lighthearted stories still have internal logic, and this whole situation seemed to violate...I don't know, both the internal logic of the book, and also just logic, period. And then the whole thing sort of gets glossed over and the book rushes to the finish line, without really stopping to acknowledge this giant can of worms it has opened, and also without managing to resolve any of the broader theme-based questions that this situation raised. I wasn't thrilled with how all this was handled.
I'm conflicted about this review, because I know the folks who created this book worked so hard on it, and poured so much heart and soul into it, and I want to respect the labor of love that was involved here. I want to be the kind of person who spreads kindness and doesn't eviscerate books just because I'm bored. At the same time, I hope I did an adequate job delineating my thoughts on the book from my thoughts on human existence. I'm grateful that gay romance graphic novels like Chef's Kiss exist at all, for readers like me to enjoy. At the same time, I do think this one has flaws that would give me caution before wholeheartedly recommending it. And I think I'm bitter both because there's not enough of the romance stories I really want—those that capture the magic possible within human connection—and because I'm afraid of whether I'll actually find that story in my real life. And you know, if I'm going to be scared and hopeful and a little bitter about my romantic prospects, I figure why not write it up in entertaining fashion, so a few of you can get a good laugh out of it? So apologies to Chef's Kiss that it has become collateral in my romance rant—may we all find the people we hope to find (romantic or not) who show us kindness and compassion, and improve our lives. (And are maybe just a little more interesting than Liam.)
Oh Max, I am so glad you're loving yoga, getting out, and starting to realize how great you are. You have so much to offer the world, I am glad you're starting to hit it head on. I hope you have a wonderful time with family over the holidays and I look forward to the next kidlit meet up. I've added a few other bloggers to our doc.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your honest opinions. It's amazing how much of ourselves and our lives affect our responses to a book.
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