Born Round: The Secret History of a Full-Time Eater by Frank Bruni

Frank Bruni delivers a humorous account of his love for food, his compulsive overeating—he went on his first diet at the age of 8—and his five years as a restaurant critic for The New York Times.

(Penguin Press, 352 pages, $25.95)

Frank Bruni laughed when he received a call from New York Times headquarters asking if he’d be interested in becoming the paper’s top restaurant critic. Sure, he loved food. The proof was in the size 42 pants he’d graduated to while covering George W. Bush’s first presidential campaign, when he ballooned to 270 pounds. Compulsive overeating had been a habit since before he could remember. At 18 months, he wolfed down two hamburgers and vomited willfully when his mother refused to cook him a third. He flopped at his first diet at 8, binged and purged his way through college, and was just overcoming the shame of his Bush bloat when the restaurant beat was waved before his nose.

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Because Bruni actually had tamed his appetite before getting the restaurant gig, said Lisa Schwarzbaum in Entertainment Weekly, his memoir is “a little thin on crisis.” What makes the story unusual is that it’s told by a man, said Rebekah Denn in The Christian Science Monitor. While many women have described battling an “all-encompassing relationship with food,” few men have. Bruni speculates at one point that being gay contributed to his struggle, and that his need to be attractive to men caused him to dwell too much on his extra pounds. Maybe so. But his book “will speak to anyone” who has scarfed down a carton of ice cream and instantly “burned with self-loathing.”