What a joyful experience to live in the wild, wonderful life of Eugene Walter for a while. I knew him a little at the very end of his life when I was in grad school in Mobile, driving him around to a handful of functions. I always knew there were a lot of great tales there, of which I only heard a select few. But of course I have a one or two of my own: I quickly learned that it was expected of me to stop by the liquor store and bring a pint of Jim Beam with me whenever I visited (I was not the only one, according to his co-author, Katherine Clark). I also know that, while he treated me kindly, he was much fonder of one of my slightly better-looking colleagues, and always gave a little sigh of disappointment when I showed up instead. I did not take it personally, however, and did enjoy the casual bits of Mobile history, culinary theory, and of course the epic name dropping, all skills that I now cultivate liberally myself in Eugene's honor. Reading this book was a joy, following Eugene from his childhood in a Mobile I only know through such tales, to the Aleutians during WWII, to New York (not his nor my favorite city in the world!) in the 40s, to Paris in the 50s, to Rome in the 60s, and back home to Mobile. Along the way he published, performed before, cooked for and talked, talked, talked with an all-star cast of the 20th centuries greatest luminaries. Endlessly fascinating and well-documented by Clark. I can attest that I clearly heard his voice speaking to me the entire time. Well worth a read for anyone interested in a wide swath of 20th century culture. Long live Eugene Walter!