Cooking Dirty: Life, Love and Death in the Kitchen
Close to a decade later, Jason Sheehanâs Cooking Dirty brings a profound sense of dĂ©jĂ vu: a cautious soul might allude to Bourdainâs shadow looming large over this much trumpeted tome; a less delicate flower would marvel at Sheehanâs barefaced cheek in appropriating Bourdainâs rock ânâ roll chef schtick in its entirety. And then some.
Insisting he holds no truck with the whole celebrity chef/foodie culture, chef-turned-food writer Sheehan promises the unvarnished and unpalatable truth. If youâre expecting a typical Hollywood narrative arc of tortured young genius pushing himself to breakdown only to find redemption through the love of a good woman, youâve come to the wrong place, says Sheehan. And, then, with the chutzpah of the true egomaniac, he sets about telling us exactly that tale with his good self in the starring role, an apron-clad superman of a type last seen in Under Siege, as action hero Steven Seagal, muttered, âIâm just the cookâ.
