3.5 stars Isabel Vincent is in her forties, with a crumbling marriage, newly employed by Th New York Post and has relocated with her family to New York from Toronto after a career spent primarily as a foreign correspondent. Edward, in his nineties and the father of Isabel's concerned friend Valerie, is a new widower, deeply bereft from the recent death of his beloved wife. Edward has lost his zest for life; Isabel is asked by Valerie, who lives in Canada, to check on Edward periodically.
Edward cooks - divinely. Old fashioned, perfectly composed dinners reminiscent of Julia Child's French method of creating elegant cuisine are Edward's re-entry to having a passion for life again, and those meals begin by inviting Isabel to dinner weekly.
What follows is Isabel Vincent's memoir of those meals, of her friendship with the multi-talented and faceted Edward and the life changes for both. Edward becomes an admirer, a mentor, an advisor, a source of nourishment for Isabel's trampled soul and immature personality along with the food he brings, in the safe haven of his apartment. With Edward, Isabel experiences chivalry, develops a sense of her own femininity and and examines life values from a broader scope. In effect, she grows up.
I cringed a couple of times when Isabel vented about "men", and that she didn't want anything to do with them again. I'm not sure if she intended for the reader to feel the nuances of her remark, or was truly unaware of the ageism in it. After a "certain" age, people lose visibility. Losing one's gender is actually disheartening, which the young in this world of politically correct "gender neutral" wouldn't understand. An elderly man continues to be a MAN, perhaps frailer, greyer but still wants to be considered a MAN. Women suffer from the same invisibility, pooled into the greyscale with men. Isabel's remarks pointed out her insular life experience, and how much Edward's insights had jump started Isabel's growth.
By end of the book, we see that Isabel has indeed "grown up", moving outside of the self-centred orbit that was hers upon moving to New York. She was a fortunate woman to have met Edward, at such a critical point in her life.