Dana Goodyear – Anything That Moves (2013)


As a staff writer for the New Yorker, I found Dana Goodyear’s writing style clear and easy to read. While the organization of her chapters seemed a bit strange at times the content itself was so interesting that it didn’t really matter. Essentially in this book, Goodyear looks at the rise of the “foodie” movement in the United States and how some people will really eat, anything that moves. Some of the more interesting parts of the book that I flagged were:

1. That one repercussion of the end of the Cold War was that the dissolution of the Soviet Union meant overfishing and poaching threatened the Huso huso, along with other sturgeon species prized for their roe, with extinction. Turns out that Dictators were good beluga stewards.

2. That foodie’s have an interesting alliance with the Tea Party and Libertarians, the common denominator being a desire for less government regulation.

3. The story of Josh and Amanda, a couple who turned their apartment into a grow house and candy kitchen where they produced fruit leather infused with THC. (I mostly flagged this because it sounds amazing).

4. The discussion of how different countries have different “cultures of texture.” In the United States for example, that culture is crunchy while in Asia the food is more soft and unctuous; “There’s nothing crispy – unless we make it crispy,” stated a chef committed to making “offal” (the parts of the mean American’s did not want to eat – spleens, blood, liver, etc) popular.

While I don’t think I’ll be running out to try “Bug Nuggets” or become part of the “nose to tail” movement, Goodyear has made me think about the food I eat every day.

Rating: 4.5/5

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