Annie's Soup Kitchen

by Lawrence R. Smith

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• Format: Hardcover
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0806135298
• ISBN13: 9780806135298
• Release Date: January 2003
• Publisher: University of Oklahoma Press
• Length: 236 Pages
• Weight: 1.00 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.8" x 6.3" x 8.7"

Customer Reviews

Annie's Soup Kitchen - The Movie

"Annie's Soup Kitchen" would make a dynamite movie!Here's a game I invented, and played as I read the book: Choose the movie stars you would cast as members of the Soup Kitchen gang. Samuel Jackson as the General!Can you beat that? And here's another idea: Get the book to those movie stars. Samuel Jackson, where are you? Here's your role!

"Annie's Soup Kitchen" is magic.

Once in a while-not often-a writer comes along with a voice and a story so good-humored, hopeful and compelling that the reader's world-view is changed for the better. Lawrence R. Smith is one of those writers, and "Annie's Soup Kitchen" is one of those stories. It might fall roughly into the category of magic realism, but it's more accurate to say this book is just plain magic.The cast of well-drawn, unforgettable "marginal" characters starts with Annie O'Rourke herself, a ninety-five-year-old nurse who runs a soup kitchen from an abandoned lot by the railroad tracks, and includes hard-nosed Betty, who undergoes a startling conversion after talking to a burning palm tree out back (who says miracles can't still happen?); the General, a powerful black man who delivers mystifying monologues while wearing knee-high rubber boots filled with soapy water; John DeLorean-is it that John DeLorean?; and a host of other mostly good-natured eccentrics. In response to a frightening "shadow plague," they form the monkeywrenching Magnificent Seven in an attempt to stop the disease at its environmental source. Though antagonistic, the authorities are impotent against the power and good-will of these quirky and magical souls.Especially in these dark and discouraging times, "Annie's Soup Kitchen" is a wonder and a joy.

The Poke Salad Saviour

Annie, we love you! Who else but a nonagenarian Irish woman straight from the Age of the Potato Famine would undertake to nourish the bodies and souls of the multitudes, the castaways of society who populate a soup kitchen in the shadow of the Valley of the Rich (notorious Orange County, Calif.,where never is heard a discouraging word over the sound of Hummers in the morning, Hummers in the evening). Annie, you're a saint! Tubs of food, tanks of pasta, bushels of greens resurrected (like the souls you cherish) from the supermarket dumpsters (yes, vegetables have souls, too--don't we talk and play Mozart to them?). And what a motley tribe who feed from your table of viands and inspiration. In fact, filled with your spirit, they conspire with you to subvert the establishment--an oil company, a food-packing company-- Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you don't want to miss the scatological just desserts channeled by mysterious means into a food-packing company. (Ahem, I use the word "desserts" advisedly--don't try this at home, without professionals at hand.) Or the disbeliever brought low by the burning bush, whence speaketh divinity. Poor Betty, she'll never badmouth a person of color again. Or the General--now here's a dude with his mojo mojing. When he sniffs the air, the birds listen; his magic hands choreograph the powers that count against the powers that be; he speaks his own mojo language--those who have ears let them hear, those who have eyes, let them see. He will invoke imprecations and maledictions on the non-readers of Smith's pages: why, I had the audacity to put the book down in an unguarded moment, and the heavens thundered against me. I barely escaped His wrath by feverish catching up. Beware. These powers are best not affronted.But sometimes even magic, the will of a Saint, and the best laid plans of cagey conspirators are not enough to cleanse the dross of the world, to transmute the lead into gold. It takes an act of divine nature--all those politicians, all those media hounds, all those wanna-be's who wanna prevail by prevarication and jumping on the bandwagons of the holy. We see it every day. Here's someone doing GOOD. Let's act like this is our bandwagon. Annie's Soup Kitchen, like all mythic books, is REAL. You'll know it when you see it. Everything in it happened, just like you saw it on the evening news, only without the fictionalizing. The rains fell, the dams broke, the unwashed masses were washed in a universal baptism, and the world tried to reconstitute itself under the new order. Only Grady, like Ishmael, is left to tell the tale.So, read this book: fall under its spell, or try in vain to escape the conjurings of the General: he knows who buys, and he knows who only window-shops. He's tapped in. The lookers-in-windows live in glass houses. Fortunately, they're only a stone's throw from the Truth and a good meal.