Book Pairings :: The Handmaid’s Tale

Just like a sommelier recommends the perfect wine for your meal, I am here to pair the ideal drink for your reading pleasure. Book Pairings is an unconventional book review that expresses my thoughts and feelings about a novel in terms of booze.

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The Book: The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood

The Booze: Red Wine. Any Red Wine.

Grab your red wine. Grab your red wine and hold it close, because there may be a day when all the simple pleasures in life are stripped from you. Every basic right you have—reading, writing, your own name—that you take for granted, can someday, in the not too distant future, be taken away. This is the fate that befalls the United States in Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale. The distopian world left in its wake is that of the religious fundamentalist extreme. Women can no longer work or hold property, all carnal pleasures, such as sex, alcohol, and tobacco, are absolutely forbiddden, no one is allowed to read or write, money is no longer used, and an elaborate class system, distinguished by the color they wear, seperates those in power from those not even entitled a name. Our heroine, Offred, is the lowest of the low: a handmaid, who’s only purpose in life is to be a walking womb. Since no one’s allowed to have sex, someone has to be responsible for repopulation… other than old white men, of course. And because of her position, she is viewed as a whore and a savage, completely driven by physical appetite. It is amazing how the people of this new world have abandoned their sense of justice in order to selfishly protect themselves. But many, including Offred, remember their old lives and will try to reclaim it in their own ways.

Red is the color of the handmaids’ cloaks, the color that labels them a pariah, and red is the color of the wine you should savor while reading The Handmaid’s Tale. It doesn’t matter if it is a sweet pinot noir or a robust shiraz, if it’s been aged for centuries or a bottle of two-buck chuck you picked up at the supermarket this afternoon; it should be treated as a luxury no matter what. The handmaids go through their average day with only limited, pious interaction, but once in a blue moon, when one of them gives birth, they are allowed to congregate and speak freely among each other. Over a shared flask of wine, passed among the crowd, they can reminisce about the lost days and learn the whereabouts of missing friends and family. The wine is an important part of holding onto their identity.

Margaret Atwood’s novel is highly regarded as a feminist anthem, but it’s so much more than just that. It’s a beautifully written, and sometimes humorous, tale of perseverence, as well as a sobering reminder of what can eventually happen if we mix religion with politics and neglect the basic rights of all our citizens. I can’t describe how much I enjoyed this book! I was so lucky that a friend read it around the same time I did, becuse all I wanted to do was discuss the fate of the characters, draw parallels to today’s society, and argue whether we could muster sympathy towards those who created this world. Everyone needs to read The Handmaid’s Tale in their lifetime.

So raise a glass and toast to to those protecting the rights of women, both in real life and in The Handmaid’s Tale.

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Book Pairings :: Trickster’s Queen

Just like a sommelier recommends the perfect wine for your meal, I am here to pair the ideal drink for your reading pleasure. Book Pairings is an unconventional book review that expresses my thoughts and feelings about a novel in terms of booze.

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The Book: Trickster’s Queen by Tamora Pierce

The Booze: Rum Mangonadas with Chili

Hmm, I feel a little weird about mixing alcohol with a Young Adult book, but let’s get serious here, you’re never too old for a good YA novel and if you disagree, you’re in denial. I read Trickster’s Choice, the first book in the Daughter of the Lioness series ages ago and I don’t know what happened; I never picked up the sequel, Trickster’s Queen! Now, years later, I was looking through the stacks at the library and it jumped out at me. I remembered how much I enjoyed the first book, and was eager to see what happened where I left off.

To those growing up in the late 90s with a hunger for fantasy, the name Tamora Pierce should ring a few bells. She has authored numerous books and short stories set in the medieval and magial kingdom of Tortall, all of which follow badass young ladies wielding great power and destroying gender roles. As she kept on writing, Pierce has matured along with her audience; The Tricksters books are much longer and deal with darker, more sophisticated content than those of her first three series, The Lioness QuartetThe Immortals Quartet, and The Protector of the Small. However, fans are rewarded with allusions to past characters and the lore of Tortall. Both Trickster’s Choice and Trickster’s Queen follow Alianne, the daughter of Alanna, Tortall’s first lady knight, as she finds herself in the exotic, but tumultuous Copper Isles. Her wit and ambition have won over the favors of a cunning, umpredictable god who has decided to use her as a pawn to restore the rightful queen to the throne. At first she sees this task as just another game to play, but soon develops strong ties to the future rulers, the rebels, and an important ally, Nawat, a crow who has transformed into a man.

The first book, Trickster’s Choice, can run a bit slow at times, as it is primarily world building to set up the real action in Trickster’s Queen. The political history of the Copper Isles and its many lines of succession can get complicated and often murky, but our heroine Aly’s charm and romantic sideplots make it worthwhile. Once Aly has truly aligned herself to the rebels’ cause in Trickster’s Queen, does the story accelerate. It is here, that the rebels move to the capital city and Aly becomes their spymaster. I couldn’t get enough of the spy aspect of things! The romance, which is pretty cliche for a YA novel, also diminishes, while action and intrigue is turned to full throttle. Unfortunately, the can-do, sassy attitude that makes Aly attractive in the first book can get a little pretentious and overwhelming after a while, but all in all, I recommend the Tricksters series for an entertaining read.

I’ve decided to do something a bit different for the pairing this time; I’m giving you a recipe for Rum Mangonadas!

Trickster’s Queen takes place in the Copper Isles, a land that Pierce says was highly influenced by Indonesia. To experience the feel of a jungle paradise, the basis of our book pairing is a refreshing mango smoothie mixed with rum to harken to the ships coming in and out of Rajmuat’s (the trade center of the Copper Isles) harbor. Aly was in for a shock when she arrived here, as the food of the Raka, the native people, is dangerously spicy. If you’re a hot sauce fan like me, this sounds great! Add the spice of the Isles to your smoothie by garnishing it with chili powder. But that’s not all! Just like the protagonist Aly, everything hides a secret. She wouldn’t be able to help pull off a coup d’etat if she didn’t look like a sweet lady’s maid, of course while harboring deadly skills. Your mangonada is concealing a dollop of chamoy, a Mexican condiment that salty, sweet, sour, and spicy all at the same time. Much like our young spymaster. Your drink should end up looking like this…

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… unless you’re an idiot like me, in which case it turns out all mixed together.

Do I have you intrigued? If so, try making the following recipe while reading Trickster’s Queen, and be sure to let me know how it goes!

Rum Mangonadas with Chili

  • 2 cups frozen mango
  • 1 cup water
  • 2 shots rum
  • 2 tablespoons honey or agave
  • Juice of 1 lemon
  • Chamoy to taste
    • Can be found in the international section of your local supermarket, or you can make your own!
  • Chili powder to taste

First, dice the frozen mango and place it in a blender with the water, rum, lemon juice, and honey.

Blend until you reach a frappe consistency. If it’s not mixing well, add more water and mash fruit with a spoon. Add more honey or agave if not sweet enough.

Next, place the chamoy at the bottom of your glass and cover it by filling the rest of the glass with mango smoothie. You can add additional layers of chamoy and chili powder if you want.

Garnish the top with more chamoy and chili.

Serve!

(Check out the original, nonalcoholic recipe here)

Book Pairings :: Me Talk Pretty One Day

Just like a sommelier recommends the perfect wine for your meal, I am here to pair the ideal drink for your reading pleasure. Book Pairings is an unconventional book review that expresses my thoughts and feelings about a novel in terms of booze.

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The Book: Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris

The Booze: Mimosas

If you take a gander at any “Best Books of the 20th Century” or “Books to Read in a Lifetime” list, this particularly humorous memoir comes up everytime. You may have heard of its author as a regular contributor to NPR or an as an essayist in The New Yorker, and if you haven’t you should drag yourself out of that cozy rock you’re under and check him out. That author is David Sedaris, and that memoir is Me Talk Pretty One Day. Apparently I can die now, because I read it.

I was first exposed to him during a live performance of The Santaland Diaries, a sidesplitting account of his shortlived career as a Macy’s (or similar) elf. Although few can say they’ve been Santa’s helper, Sedaris’s talents come in his ability to find humor in the everyday experience. Which brings me to our book pairing: the perfect way to start your morning, a mimosa. This mix of champagne and orange juice takes an ordinary, everyday staple and adds a bubble to tickle your soul.

Part One: The Champagne. Sedaris has authored many many memoirs in his career, and he’s still going! This man has lived more lives than Captain Bluebear (13 1/2, for those who don’t know)! Despite having many outlandish adventures as a child, student, and adult, Me Talk Pretty focuses primarily on his life abroad in France with his ridiculously cool boyfriend (who when I found out they’re still together made me squeal with happiness). He struggles to learn the language, adjust to a foreign country, and avoids as much as possible to be seen as the stereotypical “stupid American.” Therefore, I thought the perfect drink for this book would be something inherently French. Champagne, by it’s very name, is that drink. You can drink sparkling wine from anywhere, but unless it’s made in the Champagne region of France, it is not Champagne.

Part Two: The Orange Juice. I first picked this book up at the library in its physical form, however, a few pages in I realized that I simply could not read a David Sedaris book. It must be listened to. These are his personal experiences and he’s just so sarcastic, that you’re missing out on the narrative if he’s not reading it. After downloading it on Audible, I soon fell into a routine of listening to a chapter or two as I enjoyed my morning. Nestled in my favorite chair, eating my breakfast with a hot cup of tea, this book has been cemented in my mind as breakfast food. That is why I simply had to make its paired drink the ideal brunching booze.

Although I wasn’t blown away by Me Talk Pretty One Day, it was a very enjoyable read. Whether you’re imagining guitar lessons with his perverted midget guitar teacher or spending time with his somewhat twisted family, you’ll be laughing away at his interpretations of his world. So mix yourself a mimosa and grab this or one of David Sedaris’s many other hysterical memoirs.

Book Pairings :: Dark Places

Just like a sommelier recommends the perfect wine for your meal, I am here to pair the ideal drink for your reading pleasure. Book Pairings is an unconventional book review that expresses my thoughts and feelings about a novel in terms of booze.

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The Book: Dark Places by Gillian Flynn

The Booze: Keystone Light

On a drizzly Saturday night in early September, I stood in a dank, crowded basement with a group of girls whom I had only met a week ago. We weren’t really speaking; there was nothing to talk about. We were standing around in a pack cradling red solo cups that we had just received by a guy manning the keg. Most of the people I was with had already got to work depleting their nectar of the college gods. I, on the other hand, stared at its pale sudsy contents. Here it was, my first sip of alcohol. I’m about to be a big girl now. I brought the beer to my lips and took a sizeable gulp, letting the taste wash over my tongue. However, a sobering thought washed over my brain:

“Good god! I’m supposed to like this?!”

This disgusting excuse for a beverage was Keystone Light, and if Gillian Flynn’s Dark Places was to have an alcoholic doppelganger, it would certainly be it.

Dark Places is by no means the worst book I’ve ever read. In fact, unlike Keystone Light, I couldn’t put it down. Gillian Flynn’s sophomore thriller has her twisted stylings and unsuspecting turns that can be found in her other novels (seriously, what happened in this lady’s life that she thinks of this shit?!). Told through the eyes of the victim, the suspect, and a witness, the novel follow the search for truth to the gruesome Satanic massacre of an impoverish Kansas family. Enlisted by a group of amateur sleuthers that call themselves the Kill Club, Libby Day, the sole survivor of her family’s murder, goes down the rabbit hole of that dark day’s events to determine if her teenage brother Ben was really the hand behind the gun. Potential, right? I was constantly turning characters into suspects and eagerly awaiting the next clue. But just like Keystone Light is watered down beer, this novel had me craving more substance. It was a watered down version of what it could be. I wanted more depth to the characters, more motive behind the events, and quite frankly, with the novel’s undertones of devil worship, I wanted more supernatural.

Oh, but there are more parallels to be drawn! Anyone who has sipped cheap beer in a cold, frat basement knows that it doesn’t get better as it goes on. Likewise, the main characters remain unlikeable to the very end. The protagonist, Libby, is the first to call herself “an unlikeable child,” but she continues to be an unlikeable adult. Friendless, disgruntle, disgraced, a kleptomaniac, yet with an internal monologue of undergrad with a degree in creative fiction, it is hard as a reader to care about her. While it is absolutely understandable how she ended up this way (immense childhood trauma probably does that to a person), Flynn does very little with her growth throughout the novel. By the end, I didn’t really care one way or another what happened to Libby once the pages ended. Same goes for her brother, the convicted, supposedly demonic Ben. As much as rumors surrounding him are dispelled, he was introduced as a little shit, and being a little shit is what gets him in trouble.

Then there is the overall mood of the novel: depressing and desolate as the muted plains of Kansas. Flynn is clearly commentating on the correlation between poverty and choice, but it is just as much likely to simply decide never to step foot in Middle America again. It is easy to imagine Runner Day, Libby’s father, downing a can of American light lager on his way to see his kids, or Ben Day getting drunk in the woods off the Keystone thrown at him. To them, it is not so much the taste of the beer as it is how quick it is to get drunk without spending a penny. And to me, tasteless beer is depressing.

If you just want to drink something to get a buzz, pick up keystone light; if you just want to read something to wet your mind, pick up Dark Places.