I'll be the first to admit that I'm a sap when it comes to a good love story. I swoon over Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy of Pride and Prejudice, laugh at Beatrice and Benedick of Much Ado About Nothing, and when David Copperfield finds true love after so many years of loneliness, I weep with joy.
And yet, all of these stories pale in comparison with how Calvin Trillin loved his wife Alice. It's not so much a book as part love letter, part tribute to the woman he treasured above all else, who died of cancer in 2001. This heart-wrenchingly beautiful, achingly funny and tender account of his life with his wife will leave you wondering and hoping, to paraphrase a young woman who writes to Trillin, if anyone will love you as much as Calvin loved Alice. If you've read any of Trillin's columns or books on food over the years, you've gotten to know a side of Alice as he shares her thoughts about his eating adventures.
Trillin freely admits in the book that Alice was the most wonderful woman he'd ever met, that he was
honored by the fact that she loved him unconditionally, and that everything he ever wrote was an attempt to impress her. He loved her,
flaws and all, in a way that all of us want to be loved, and every page of this slim volume bears testament to that fact. When you close this
book, I hope you have tears in your eyes, not just for the loss of the lovely Alice, but at the blessing that love like this truly is.