In Dickens' novels, we can usually guess a character's temperament by the name he is given. Scrooge--choked and sparing of even an extra syllable; Uriah Heap, a pissy little cur waiting to bite the feeding hand; evil Murdstone with a stony and murderous heart. In the stories of Honore Balzac, what the characters chose for dinner spoke volumes. They were, indeed, what they ate. Balzac also used food as a metaphor and a description. A young girl, all ripe and pink and fleshy in her youthful embonpoint is likened to a juicy piece of ham, while a withered old crone's quilty carapace reminds the author of a sweetbread.
Anka Muhlstein captures very little Balzac's playful use of food. She doesn't give us the importance of food and eating. We get brief slices of this, a teaspoon of that and a gobbet of something else...but not nearly enough of anything. Balzac's use of food told us so much about his people, it becomes more than mere metaphor. In Pere Goriot, the dining room table is as much a character as the boarders who surround it. Food is not just for eating. When Goriot's landlady feels thwarted in love, she revokes her boarders' anchovy and gherkin privileges in spite. Whenever anyone dips a crust of toast into a cup of coffee, we know they are settling in for a good gossip.
Balzac's Omelette merely skims the obvious, tells us what we already knew and gives us no new bits to crunch on. Muhlstein tells us Balzac was obsessed with food. Whoa the horses! The man was spherical in shape and known to down a gross of oysters (that's a dozen dozen if you're counting) to whet his appetite before a dinner that would feed a platoon of marines after a 20 mile hike.
This is Balzac, the most food-centric of all the French writers. Just by choosing dinner or by how they behave at the table, Balzac's characters may reveal themselves to be honorable or charlatans, trustworthy or not. A woman is a lady if she eats ladylike foods. If she savors the wrong dainty, we understand that she is vulgar, a poseur, or that her past is about to catch up with her. Even Zola didn't give food the importance Zola did despite his voluptuous menus. Flaubert's description of Emma Bovary's wedding breakfast is a skimpy snack by comparison, and Maupassant's tale of the beautiful and badly used Boule de Suif is a story written for Weightwatchers. .
If you enjoyed Balzac's stories and want to tiptoe down memory lane, Balzac's Omelette is fine. If you don't know much about him and want a little background, it's a good start. But if you adore the old glutton, if you wanted to add another crumb to your knowledge of him, his era or his characters, get some great insights into Pere Goriot, maybe, or something you missed about Le Cousine Bette, you won't get that here. This is veneer of a book. Light and fluffy and a little mingy. An amuse bouche if you will. No one enjoys a good omelette more than I, but this one is a little flat and underdone.