A Certain Hunger

No me ha atrapado para nada. Me dejé llevar por la portada y la idea que me hice al leer la sinopsis. Además, la protagonista es tontísima. No entiendo cómo se puede presentar como una mujer poderosa y, al mismo tiempo, estar babeando por cualquier hombre que se le cruce.

boring till the end.
SPOILERS

i would enjoyed it more if it was just the trial or just the murders and not all the added shit. like i enjoyed her friendship with emma but how everything was put together in the book was confusing. that confusion made me bored. i felt like i was reading 4 different stories at the same time.

yes eat that man

7/10

This book had an elegant way of exploring everything from food, emotions, and slaughter. My favorite part was her description of her relationships with Alex. At times, the sections that went away from the plot were unecessary and overly pedantic. I liked that the story explored a female serial killer’s perspective, with sexuality and vulgar commentary.

Horror literary fiction written in the style of a memoir, it follows the life of Dorothy a renown food critic and gourmet, who also moonlights as a cannibalistic serial killer. 
I absolutely devoured this book, pun intended.  The author's style was lush and ferociously intelligent with a high sense of culture. The main character was decidedly an unhinged psychopath woman yet she had such a compelling voice and her love for (normal food) but also anything Italian was great to read about (as a half Italian foodie myself).  The different scenes involving food and murder made me feel at turns hungry and disgusted. The author did a great job mixing these two feelings in addition to showing the sexuality and sensuality of the character.  Some parts, especially those explaining a cultural or scientific fact, felt like some info dumping by the author, and it felt more like her voice than her character's, so this took me out of the fiction.  This was such an incredible debut and I'm looking forward to read more of Chelsea Summers' books. 

Delectable. Very stick to the ribs!

The food descriptions made me so. so hungry. Very very American Psycho meets IDEK what is the best foodie book there is.

Minor quibble, she did not do her research on the human / medical part of things. THE ESOPHOGUS DOES NOT HAVE RINGS. THAT IS THE TRACHEA!

 Aunque la premisa de una crítica de comida psicópata se convierte en una asesina canibal suena muy interesante, sentí que el ritmo de la narración fluctuaba demasiado. Hablando con Danny al respecto, nos dimos cuenta que el libro está escrito como un blog de recetas, donde primero la cocinera te cuenta la historia sobre la infancia de su abuena en Génova y cómo criaban patos antes de mostrarte la receta de tallarines con tuco. Nunca fui muy fan de hilos narrativos no-lineales (a no confundir con historias que alternan entre el pasado y el presente), tal vez a alquien q no le moleste eso disfrute mucho más del libro (que sigue siendo interesante nevertheles) 

this is by no means a perfect book. i do think some of the representation and language in here is questionable from a psychological standpoint but this book dives into the female experience including the frustration, the longing, and the masks we wear. it explores the performance of femininity, the constant craving for more, and the urge to break free from the limits of what's expected. the way these topics were handled and explored was done extremely well and i just adored it. just like how the main character in the book savors her food, i had to savor this book to truly get the full experience. this isn't a book you fly through, it's one you really sit with and digest.

To be or not to be cooked. That is the question.

Resisting the urge to shelve as feminism.

sometimes you have to round out the year reading about a milf who ate her ex lovers

This book was gruesome. It was gross, even frustrating at times. Our speaker was pretentious and self important. But all of this was so well written and purposeful. I have never read a book that makes me HATE the narrator and also sincerely understand her (in some ways). While Dorothy was a gruesome murderer, she was also insightful in her understanding of womanhood. Even if her knowledge of woman was centered around their violence, I still found that information profound and unique.

I will say, whenever I was totally immersed in the story, there were allusions that were impossible to understand and were pretty important to the context. Places, people, foods, even entire sentences in other languages. I don't think I could get through this book if I looked up everything I didn't know. Ultimately, I found myself glazing over half of paragraphs, speeding through pages about foods that (didn't really matter and) I had never heard of. I understand this was part of her character though which is why I still think this is a 5 star book!!

This book was fantastic! I love to add to my lexical knowledge, and the use of language within this book was just the ticket. I only have one question, and it isn't covered in the book as far as I could see: what made her decide she wanted to taste that first liver? I understand that she is a foodie and was probably curious, and that she is also a Psychopath, and so was probably free of compunction when it comes to this sort of thing, but I would still have liked to read about her thoughts immediately preceding the decision to remove his liver, whatever process switched her mindset from ‘accidentally killed someone” to “but this liver though...”, in her own words.

Amy Dunne meets Hannibal Lecter meets Humbert Humbert.

When I decided to pick up A Certain Hunger, it was because I was craving something unapologetically wrong. There is so much discourse right now about the meanings of the actions of a character, about what stories one should or should not enjoy based on their moral standing, and whether the portrayal of a bad thing (ambiguously, floridly, or with condemnation) renders a work worthless. And it's starting to weigh on me. It seemed that the most dangerous stuff I read in my life I got my hands on as a teenager, and now that I have all the freedom of an adult, I am absorbing media that, in so many different ways, is walking on eggshells. So I wanted something bad, I wanted something violent, I wanted something unforgivable. I wanted something about women doing bad things because they can. And that's exactly what I got.

“Gleeful, we banquet on flesh.”

A Certain Hunger feels like a throwback to how stories used to be told - a person with a story, telling it to someone who wants to know. Except it's the 21st century now, and instead the vampire Lestat or Jonathan Harker, its Dorothy Daniels, a middle-aged self-professed psychopath, murderer of men, and cannibal. A Certain Hunger is her life story, her confession, told trimly and indulgently, with pretension, with dignity and an unbridled love for flesh. All kinds, and in all ways. The grown-ups are talking now, thank you. You will learn more about meat, more about food, and more about bodies than you thought you could in 250 pages.

A book hasn't sung to me like this since the Vampire Chronicles. Summers writes so beautifully, you feel like you could lick the blood off the page. I miss writing like that. A lot of it comes from sheer knowledge - of words, of culture, of food. I simply do not have the vocabulary to replicate a lot of what Summers does here (but I was definitely taking notes). But a lot of it comes from a willingness to play. At one point, Summers used the phrase “festive estival” and I about threw the book across the room. This woman is a menace of a writer and I love her.

I do wish that I had read this when I still thought I was attracted to men. And I will admit, the stories of Dorothy's early life were not that stirring. However, there was still a deep attraction there. It reminded me of myself when I was young - more importantly, who I wanted to be. Who I thought I would be. As it turns out, being a writer in a big city is actually really expensive and lonely, and chewing through men is a cool aesthetic but the reality is men are generally pretty uninteresting. The bit goes cold quickly. But Dorothy is a wish-fulfillment fantasy as much as Cinderella is. A power fantasy - a dream of being both detached enough to not be bothered, but still being able to enjoy the glimmering taste of it all.

I wonder though if I did really get what I wanted. There are several moments where Dorothy chastises and judges the eating habits and bodies of others. Something that I immediately picked up on as “problematic,” and then remembered what book I was reading. So did Dorothy, who promptly pointed out the obvious - she's a fucking cannibal. You're not supposed to think she's right. But you do enjoy it - both her violence and her judgment. “You slip in to the supple skin of a cannibal for nearly three hundred pages, and enjoy it; then you can slough it off, go about your happy, moral business, and feel like you are a better person,” she says. She's giving you permission. But I wouldn't have minded if we didn't have that permission. I think I would have liked a little bit more mess, a little bit more rot. But maybe even cannibals have their limits.

im very stingy with my five stars, but damn this book earned it!! easily became one of my favorites