Trail of Crumbs: Hunger, Love, and the Search for Home (Hardcover)

by Kim Sunee (Author)
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Editorial Reviews

From Publishers Weekly
On making Sunee's acquaintance in the introduction to this charming memoir, it's hard not to envy the young woman swimming laps in the pool overlooking the orchard of her petit ami's vast compound in the High Alps of Provence, but below the surface of this portrait is a turbulent quest for identity. Abandoned at age three in a Korean marketplace, Sunee is adopted by an American couple who raise her in New Orleans. In the 1990s she settles, after a fashion, in France with Olivier Baussan, a multimillionaire of epicurean tastes and—at least in her depiction—controlling disposition. She struggles to create a home for herself in the kitchen, cooking gargantuan meals for their large circle of friends, until her restive nature and Baussan's impatience with her literary ambitions compel her to move on. The gutsy Cajun and ethereal French recipes that serve as chapter codas are matched by engaging storytelling. Alas, for all Sunee's preoccupation with the geography of home, her insights on the topic are disappointingly slight, and the facile wrapup offered in the form of resolution seems a shortcut in a book that traverses so much rocky terrain. (Jan.)
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From Booklist
Twentysomething Sunee seems to have it all: beauty, talent, and a charming, wealthy, and very attentive French lover. So why is she so miserable? In this sensuous, somewhat self-indulgent memoir, Sunee, who was born in South Korea, recounts her tragic beginnings (her mother abandoned her when she was 3), her pleasant but far-from-perfect upbringing with her adoptive family in New Orleans, and her passionate love affair with 40-year-old French entrepreneur Olivier Baussan, who travels the globe and owns a sprawling residence in Provence. Whenever she feels lonely, panicked, or out of place, Sunee finds solace in preparing gourmet meals. But time in Olivier's kitchen brings her no closer to discovering who she really is. A trip to South Korea proves disastrous (Sunee has not a scrap of information about her parents or siblings). Meanwhile, Olivier becomes more controlling by the day. Sunee serves up mouthwatering descriptions of food and a generous helping of recipes. But her narrative, attempting to mix personal memoir and foodie lit, lacks the subtlety and sophistication of M. F. K. Fisher and Frances Mayes, both masters of the form. Block, Allison

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Product Details

• Hardcover: 400 pages
• Publisher: Grand Central Publishing (January 8, 2008)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0446579769
• ISBN-13: 978-0446579766
• Product Dimensions: 8.2 x 5.9 x 1.4 inches
• Shipping Weight: 1.1 pounds (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 3.7 out of 5 stars See all reviews (64 customer reviews)
• Amazon.com Sales Rank: #369,561 in Books (See Bestsellers in Books)

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22 of 24 people found the following review helpful:

2.0 out of 5 stars Disappointing, June 14, 2008

By	International Diva - See all my reviews

Kim Sunee can write well enough, and the premise of this book is intriguing. But over the course of the pages, I grew to find her less appealing, and found the book increasingly less engaging as the story seems to become repetitive and lose focus.

I think that primary allure of this book for the publisher was that the main character has a relationship with the Olivier Baussan, the founder of L'Occitaine. (If he'd been just a regular French businessman, I doubt this book would have received write ups in the New York Times.) He meets Kim, falls in love and brings her to Provence. There, she lives an enviable life that is the stuff of Peter Mayle books. They purchase an apartment in Paris and they take trips all over the world. For Kim, the sensitive poet, he even opens up a bookstore dedicated to poetry for her on the Ille St. Louis. But it isn't enough for Kim. In her 20s, she feels smothered by the domestic nature of her life and relationship with her older lover, who is portrayed as a controlling, if well meaning, mentor. Fair enough. I could sympathize that her life may have taken on the frame of a gilded cage.

Where this story becomes troubled is about one third of the way through, when the author moves away from Olivier to live in Paris on her own. For one, she's been a stepmother to his young daughter and she just walks out on her. From the book, it appears she never even sees the little girl again. I found this a surprisingly callous move from someone whose own issues come from being abandoned by her mother in Korea at age three. Olivier calls pleading for her return. Clearly, they continue to have a connection and Kim seems to enjoy his calls, but instead she dates a series of men. But then, she is enraged when she finds he takes on a lover. So she's agnostic about her relationship with Olivier until she can't have him -- then feels rejected when he's already moved on.

But even so, around this point, she lost me. To be fair, the above is an old story of flawed human emotion that some of us have experienced, and more likely when we're immature and in our 20s. But it doesn't make good or compelling reading in this case. In this long section of the book, I felt like I was reading a cleaned up version of her diary or journal, and kept wondering why her editor didn't pare parts of this down.

I expected this story to end with some kind of resolution, but there really isn't any. After some 300 pages, I was left with the feeling that there was no discovery of what home truly meant, nor any breakthrough in self awareness on the author's part. As a result, there was no such conclusion for me as a reader.

I left the book feeling that Kim is probably a nice person, even though this book makes her sound a bit self absorbed and even a touch shallow. Perhaps she needed more time away from this period in her life to have a more insightful take on it, and to offer more reflective takeaways from other adoptees who also have issues with the concept of "home."

13 of 14 people found the following review helpful:

2.0 out of 5 stars Overwrought recipes, boring existential crisis, July 6, 2008

By	Jennifer Godwin (Los Angeles, CA) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

OK, here's the deal. I get the quarterlife existential crisis, I do. But when you're suffering said crisis in Provence at your sugar daddy's villa, and you have no job, no responsibilities and no sense of humor--and then you write a mopey 350-page book about it--that crisis becomes unrelatable and obnoxious.

While she's sunning naked on Corsica, she feels isolated and unloved. OK, that's legit, but her vague misery, as conveyed through Sunee's admittedly excellent writing, means that I don't even get to enjoy Corsica by extension!

The sights and smells and tastes of Provence sound wonderful, but the extended descriptions of cunnilingus by her old, rich French boyfriendm and her interpersonal relationships in general are just tiresome, exhausting and as unfulfilling for the reader as they are for Sunee. As a rule, none of the humans in this memoir are drawn half as well as the dishes. You don't get a real sense of what the people look like, where they came from or what contributes to their various flavors.

I found myself sympathizing with the mother she finds so critical and cold. The mother obviously is trying but failing to convey the absence of substance and maturity in her daughter's life, but Sunee is so angry (she claims her sister is the angry one, but it's obviously her), that she ignores the warning entirely.

For that matter, I couldn't figure out for the life of me what she saw in any of her boyfriends other than privilege and heavy-handed, controlling gift-giving and empty promises of salvation. She was young. I get that, too. Almost all young women have made the same mistaken emotional investments, but she doesn't seem to learn anything, she doesn't have any wisdom to convey after having survived the suffocation of the bell jar, she isn't more interesting or wiser after it all, she just speaks French fluently and is passably continental.

Basically, this book is too long, the author is too self-serious, and the life lived is too self-indulgent and spoiled to be genuinely interesting to anyone but the writer and her immediate family.

I was expecting M.F.K. Fisher, Betty McDonald or Mildred Armstrong Kalish, but this woman, articulate though she may be, doesn't come close to achieving their level of perception, wisdom or general literary appeal. I don't recommend this one. Sorry.

6 of 6 people found the following review helpful:

2.0 out of 5 stars Trail of Self Pity, December 20, 2008

By	L. Schilling "teacher" (Louisville,KY) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

Although I enjoyed the descriptions of Paris and local environs, I found the author to be totally devoid of a sense of humor or the awareness that she was living a life most people only dream about. She seemed to have a sense of entitlement throughout the book and her constant simpering and whining made for an irritating read. Sunee needs to grow up and stop taking herself so seriously. The book could have been so much better, but the author couldn't get out of her own way.