"Money, I know, is not everything. Lust is an entirely different story."
So writes the narrator of The Book of Salt, a Vietnamese cook who is engaged by Gertrude Stein, the modernist poet, and her lesbian partner Alice B. Toklas in the Paris of 1929.
Several currents combine to make this an engaging novel. To begin with, the narrator, Bin, is also gay, so he observes his employers with extra insight.
Again, scenes of his childhood in Saigon under the French colonial power and his present life in Paris alternate. Monique Truong was herself born in Vietnam and now lives in New York, so describing both Saigon and the world of two Americans living in Paris comes relatively naturally to her.
But there's more to this delicate and perceptive book than this. Bin is a cook, and food is a major theme (as the title suggests it will be). It's not only that we read a great deal about crystallized ginger, coarsely crushed peppercorns, nutmeg, fried watercress, the structure of bananas, and duck cooked with figs soaked in port. We also observe two ancient civilizations, the Vietnamese and the French, each with distinctive and elaborate culinary traditions, side by side. (Both American and Chinese food are treated to displays of patronizing disdain).
More personal obsessions are also blended in with cooking and eating. Bin has a compulsion to cut his finger-tips so as to sauce the meat, fortify a soup, or enrich a blood orange sorbet. In one striking scene, hinting very delicately at sado-masochism, Alice B. (Babette) Toklas teaches Bin how to strangle pigeons. They taste so much better than if their throats had been cut, she instructs him. And indeed she herself is described as "an oyster with sand in its lips, a woman whose corset bites into her hips."
The Toklas (nicknamed "Pussy") and Stein ("Lovey") menage is deftly described. Both are in their fifties. For her admirers Stein is the personification of the 20th century. Cigar-smoking, wearing kimonos and prayer beads, this matronly figure may accept the devotion of Toklas, for whom every object she's touched acquires the status of a sacred relic, but she nonetheless also has a ready eye for other women, "following the curves snaking up their skirts." She refuses to have a phone, and instead entertains her devotees at Saturday afternoon tea where the couple are referred to as "the Steins."
Bin watches it all wryly. He considers himself to have a mixed nature, partly female, what the Vietnamese call "lai cai." He finds lovers for the night on a bridge over the Seine. They rarely tell each other the truth about themselves, though the truth does save time, he notes. Anyway, "pleasure for pleasure is an even exchange."
The main plot, in so far as there is one, involves the man Bin starts to see on his day off, one of the Steins' tea-party guests. He calls him his "Sweet Sunday Man" and, like the Steins's radiators, he's "smelly but warm." One Sunday he asks Bin to bring him one of Stein's notebooks, to be returned the following week. Toklas keeps them locked up in a drawer, but Bin knows where she keeps the key.
The book is awash with oriental exoticisms, but generally the sections set in Vietnam are less compelling than the Paris chapters. As a young man Bin worked in the kitchen of the French Governor General where he learnt such things as that it's next to impossible to whip up the white of eggs to a froth in the Saigon climate. We meet his mother, the ghost of his father, and an early European lover. Ancestor worship is interestingly described as possessing "no forgiveness ... only retribution and eternal debt." There are striking passages, but you're usually glad when the story gets back to France.
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