Oh Ms. Fisher, how I love you.
My summer reading plan last year was to hold a personal, in-depth study of MFK Fisher. I have a ton of her books, and about three biographies (all written by the same person I think. I wonder if this lady teaches seminars or sits at home writing more and more biographies).
In the end, it took me longer to get through my “stack” (the small stack of books that sits on my bedside table, keeping me focused so that I get through them some day instead of just constantly buying new ones) than it should have and I only did a little bit of my study.
The forward to Fisher’s Long Ago in France (1992) is somewhat apologetic. “You will read stories and learn things that you may have already read.” While she was right, there were times I remembered as if from a fuzzy dream or a Déjà vu that I already knew this moment of her life, it was pleasant to get them in another context or from another angle. I have pictured her cooking in her small apartment in Dijon a few times now, sometimes hosting loony old ladies who eat more than a growing teenage boy, or setting clementine sections to dry and sweeten on the small heater.
As the more current forward suggests, there are moments when you feel sad for Fisher. In between the lines, she tells you about the moments in which her marriage to Al seems less than stellar. But even writing in retrospect, she keeps you in love through the entire book.
I hope you get to like her, because even though I’m done with NYU class and moving on to Cheesemaking and job searches having assembled a new stack, there are many more Fisher books awaiting me. Perhaps this summer will be the in-depth Fisher study I dreamed of in 2010! know you aren’t as excited as I am, but try.