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(Note: I haven’t meant to harp on FN so much recently, it’s just that it’s so … loud. I swear I’ll write more about other TV creatures soon, like hottie Andreas Viestad–Norway’s Naked Chef?–from New Scandinavian Cooking. Despite Viestad’s bizarro halting delivery, I do like watching him cooking outside in brisk apple-cheeked health, doing fearless things to salmon. There must be some good dirt there.)
An Oxford-educated, food-writing daughter of a Tory Chancellor of the Exchequer, who’s married to the world’s most famous Iraqi Jewish art collector and whose mother, sister, and first husband all died early deaths from cancer, Lawson is one of the most publicly-dissected, written-about (by herself, by people who know her well, by journalists who don’t) celebrities in the world, although not all of that has drifted across the pond. Not only has much of her life been heavily documented in print and film, but the writing about her has been written about, and writing about the writing’s been written about. It’s all just beyond meta, with all these multilayered versions of her twanging about, many of them contradicting themselves. The “Chefography” piece didn’t tackle any of that. All it meant was that anytime they needed footage of her life, they had it.
