According to promo and his own admission, there’s classic Tony snark in the Azores episode airing tonight (he mentions it at the end of this preview). We know he hates scenes involving dancing with indigenous peoples, but who’d have guessed sharing a frame with water sets him off?
Bourdain’s latest blog entry explores “Snarkology, the Sweet Science” and he reveals an alter-ego named “Vic” who’s well-known to his production crew. You have to read about “Vic” in his words. As always, priceless.
What intrigued me is that Tony lapsed occasionally into that unorthodox punctuation he used in a post back in August.
It wasn’t as pronouced this time, and the post was lengthy and otherwise coherent. For example, referring to “Vic”:
The name emanated from a prolonged, alcohol and fatigue, fueled fit of the giggles
In another spot, dashes intended to indicate breaks in thought morphed into new hyphenated word combos:
Over time, “Vic” became my alter-ego, what they called me whenever they felt I was being “difficult,” or standing in the way of quality TV-friendly yuks-or when I began to balk at 14-hour flights in economy class. There was “good” Tony-who’d obligingly stick with the program and “bad” Vic, who (often speaking of himself in the third person) would make his unhappiness known-usually in pungent terms — as with “Vic,” who doesn’t want to go to the Halloween party at Motel Dracula.
As the final dash in that paragraph shows, he didn’t forget how to use them. But later, he popped in a dash for no reason:
Like I said, I try to be nice. I don’t want “Vic” emerging from his dark trailer in the deep, ugly – recesses of my subconscious.
He also revealed that he’s well aware the blogosphere is tracking him, most recently spreading his comments about Alice Waters like a bad rash. (I’ve been reading up on her, and he’s right. Someone who thinks $8 for a “garden lettuce salad” is reasonable has no business telling the common man where to shop for food.)
UPDATE: Reader Cindy just sent in this link to fresh Bourdain observations on Waters. He praises her accomplishments (wise move, since they’ll be sharing a stage in Connecticut in May), but doesn’t really back down and adds a new dig about her lack of Heimlich skills.
I found a great photo of Bourdain’s unique autograph. I’m sure there comes a point in an author’s career where an indecipherable scribble is needed keep forgers at bay.
I’m not there yet. I just got a royalty statement on my book — 500 more sold, bringing the total to 7,100. But with my publisher’s hands-off approach to promotion and placement, I guess that’s not too bad.