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Bob Spitz, a journalist and celebrity biographer (think the Beatles), met and developed a self-described crush on Julia Child on a trip with her across Sicily in 1992. He was writing about her for several magazines, and nothing was off the record. "She was exactly like her TV persona: warm, funny, outgoing, whip-smart, incorrigible, and most of all real."
Massaging poultry, dropping food and utensils, and warbling her way through boeuf bourguignon and coq au vin, Julia Child left an indelible mark on American food.
At hand is a book that is a classic - and blatantly egregious - instance of a publisher pulling a bait-and-switch sting on an unwary reader. Judging from the title, one would assume it deals with the famed food maven and her husband. Well, one would be wrong: Julia Child is but a bit player in the volume, which is essentially the story of her Office of Strategic Services (OSS) colleague and longtime friend Jane Foster, a California socialite whose appetite for far-left causes led her to the fringes of - if not total immersion into - Soviet espionage.