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Snobbery:
The American Version by Joseph Epstein Rating: •• (Mildly Recommended) |
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What Kind of Snob Are You? If you don’t think there’s enough to say
about snobbery in America to fill a 250+ page book, take a look at Joseph
Epstein’s latest book, Snobbery,
and find out for yourself. In one form or another, Epstein shows that
snobbery is everywhere. If you can’t see it for yourself, Epstein will help.
His self-disclosures provide an interesting background to his broader
observations about others. Here’s an excerpt from the chapter on food,
“Setting the Snob’s Table”: “One knew that
food had entered the domain of snobbery when it became all right to announce
that one’s son or daughter was studying to be, or already was, a chef. This,
as noted earlier, is one of the few downward-mobility jobs that is deemed –
more than acceptable – positively meritorious. (True, chefs at upmarket
restaurants were also earning six-figure salaries, so the mobility hasn’t
been entirely downward.) During the past thirty or so years, the young began
to dominate the restaurant business. Now waiters and waitresses not only
frequently announce themselves by their first names, but, when reeling off
the list of (often) goofily ambitious ‘specials’ on offer that evening, make
plain that they had tasted them all; and then, after one has ordered,
exclaim, if one were lucky, that one had ‘ordered very intelligently.’
(‘What, may I ask,’ I can hear my mother saying, on being told by a waiter
forty years younger than she that she had ordered well, ‘is it his business
how I ordered?’) Throughout Snobbery,
there’s a peppering of astute and sober observations with clever comments
that cause the beginnings of a smile. I admit to reading Snobbery while
engaging in one of my forms of snobbery: drinking rare teas. It wasn’t just
any Ti Kuan Yin that touched my lips during the first few chapters. No, it
was the Golden Monkey Picked China Oolong. And for the later chapters, the
weather turned cooler, so I switched to a different semi-black tea, with
which you’re unlikely to be familiar since it’s so rare. It was a pleasure to
wrap up reading Snobbery
while sipping Amber Autumn in the Wu Gorge. Well, not really in the Wu Gorge,
but on the patio. If you think you’ve escaped being a snob, think again.
You’re likely to find your own attitudes on one page or another of Snobbery.
If you have trouble seeing yourself as a snob, come over and have a cup of
tea with me. Or, buy your own rare teas where I do: at Todd & Holland Tea Merchants. One
taste, and you, too, could become a tea snob. Steve Hopkins, September 25, 2002 |
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ă 2002 Hopkins and Company, LLC The
recommendation rating for this book appeared in the November 2002
issue of Executive
Times For
Reprint Permission, Contact: Hopkins
& Company, LLC • 723 North Kenilworth Avenue • Oak Park, IL 60302 E-mail: books@hopkinsandcompany.com |
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