By Carolina A. Miranda
I ate Anthony Bourdain’s food before I ever met him.
For a time, in the late 1990s, my husband and I happened to live around the corner from Les Halles, the small brasserie where Bourdain served as chef starting in 1998.
Les Halles wasn’t the best French restaurant in Manhattan. But it was a great neighbourhood restaurant. For a time, it was our go-to for special occasions: small celebrations, a place to take out-of-town guests and, for several years running, the place we ate our Christmas Eve dinners because we were too damn lazy to cook.
It was cramped. And in summer, a little sweaty. Les Halles was an oasis in a neighbourhood that was emptied of its office workers at night, when the blocks would be turned over to clusters of people — the artists and writers who lived in their midst. (Back then, this stretch of Park Avenue South, on the fringes of Kips Bay, had yet to experience the blandifying effects of urban renewal.)
I mentioned all of this to Bourdain when I met him earlier this year, to shoot a web episode for his CNN programme Parts Unknown. He laughed and responded that sometimes maitre d’ Santa could also get a little smelly.
All of this made the news of his death on Friday morning, from apparent suicide, all the more difficult to digest.
Bourdain was cantankerous. He was funny. He was curious. He was a charismatic writer. And in person, he was razor-whip sharp, ready to drop cultural references high and low like a string of word bombs.
He was also a complicated cultural figure to wrestle with: a brilliant observer who was also swashbuckling levels of macho — especially in his earlier days. (Something noted by Tamar Lewin in an essay in the New Yorker in 2012: Bourdain, she wrote, turned “good, plain meals into a demonstration of virility. For him, there is no quiet meal of tripe grated with cheese.
One cannot eat in peace: In the land of Bourdain, no dinner is complete without stentorian grunting, cursing, and beating one’s chest.”)
This was something he admittedly came to regret — being part of a “meathead culture” that he helped propagate. But my interest in Bourdain wasn’t related to his gender politics. It was the lens that he used to frame his work. Bourdain wasn’t simply a food writer. He was a broad-minded, intellectually curious cultural critic.
In an age in which there is an Instagram account devoted to slavishly covering food’s every last mannerist turn, Bourdain was more interested in pulling the camera back and revealing food’s social and cultural contexts. This was not a man who’d devote his time to covering sugar cages. He was more interested in its politics.
When my former colleague Nathan Thornburgh approached me about leading Bourdain through an outdoor Guatemalan food market in the Westlake-MacArthur Park neighbourhood for an online segment, I told him that he might be better off finding someone who was a Guatemalan food expert, or who, for starters, was Guatemalan. (My background is South American — and I’m always wary about US media depicting Latin American nationalities as being largely interchangeable.)
But Thornburgh told me that Bourdain wasn’t interested in having someone deconstruct the food. (For that, they would interview the people who made it.) He was more interested in speaking with someone who could give him some historical and cultural context on the city and the neighbourhood. That was something I could do.
And that was what inspired me about Bourdain’s work over the years. His television shows were never simply about food. They were about the landscapes and the people that shaped them. On Parts Unknown, he sat down for a riveting meal with Mexican investigative journalist Anabel Hernández, author of Narcoland: The Mexican Drug Lords and their Godfathers, to talk about the ways in which the cartels had penetrated every echelon of Mexican society.
For his earlier Travel Channel show, No Reservations, he hung out in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, with Saudi American filmmaker Danya Alhamrani. The episode explored the country with humour and clear eyes — addressing issues of politics and gender inequity but without confusing the country’s everyday people with its systems of law.
Los Angeles artist Guadalupe Rosales received an email from Bourdain in 2017, inquiring about an archival art project she was undertaking called Veteranas and Rucas, which chronicled Chicano youth culture of the 1990s. He reached out because he wanted to invited her to contribute an essay to the Parts Unknown website about the work.
Rosales told me by telephone Friday morning that she was impressed by the respect with which he and the staff of the series approached her work.
‘This isn’t someone who will appropriate a culture or who is just interested in the fashion or the stereotypical clichés of living in LA,’ she said of Bourdain’s interest. ‘He really wanted me to talk about my own experience in LA.’
In shooting our segment with Guatemalan street food vendors, he was interested in knowing about the history of the neighbourhood, about the ways in which the Los Angeles landscape could host tiny, thriving enclaves, about the ways in which the city was growing and developing. Food was simply the entry point for that much larger discussion.
This is a goal I’ve taken for my own work as an arts writer — to write about art and architecture not for its own sake, but as a way of understanding the forces that shape it.
I can’t claim to know Bourdain well. And I can’t claim to offer any insight into the personal demons that led him to possibly take his own life.
I simply had the good fortune to eat his food and, years later, spend a solid hour talking Los Angeles with him as we munched on fried chicken and palm flower fritters. But his broadminded curiosity will remain with me always.
And that’s where his greatest achievement lies: Anthony Bourdain made us all just a bit more curious about the world. — Los Angeles Times/TNS
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