Ok, second book in a row that I was just glad to get to then end!  The subtitle of The Devil in the Kitchen is Sex, Pain, Madness, and the Making of Great Chef…  I think the more accurate title would have been “Being a great chef is an excuse for sex, pain, and madness”.  The autobiography covers Marco White’s (big name chef in Britain) life starting as a child with the early loss of his mother, through to retiring young after receiving the highest Michelin accolades possible. You kind of get a “this happened, that happened” mode of story telling, no drama (and it seems there had to be plenty of drama). And it seems every awful behavior is justified… it was ok to manage through fear, didn’t I produce some other great chef’s?  I’m not sure why I pissed off so many business partners, didn’t I have great restaurants?  I abused many people, but it was all in my effort to be the greatest chef ever in Britain.   It was much too neat, I suspect that Mr. White has done a great job of whitewashing his memories, but not writing a great book.