I just finished reading Julie and Julia (which made me very, very glad to no longer be in my twenties, and since I'm at the stage at which the prospect of going out to hear a great band has to be counterbalanced against whether I'm going to have to stand and deal with aching knees at the end of the evening) and am thinking about what kind of writing can emerge in different sites - I know, this is all meta since we're trying to figure out how to best host our little project.
The genius of the original blog -- which I never read, first heard about by reading the New York Times article on her, which is yet another sign that when I finally catch wind of something, it is officially OVER - is the shape and frame of it - cooking through all the recipes in Julia Child and Simone Beck's Mastering the Art of French Cooking in a calendar year.
I appreciate the fact that the book seems to be something quite else -- what was speaking most clearly to me where her ruminations on marriage, filtered through her blow by blow (by blow by blow) recaps of her friends' torrid affairs, with specific experiences cooking particular recipes functioning as temporal markers. And she is quite insightful on that thrill that one gets when one realizes that folks out there - folks not related to you by blood or obligation -- might care about the words that you send into the world.
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