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| What Kind of Snob Are You? If you don’t think there’s enough to say
  about snobbery in America to fill a 250+ page book, take a look at Joseph
  Epstein’s latest book, Snobbery,
  and find out for yourself. In one form or another, Epstein shows that
  snobbery is everywhere. If you can’t see it for yourself, Epstein will help.
  His self-disclosures provide an interesting background to his broader
  observations about others. Here’s an excerpt from the chapter on food,
  “Setting the Snob’s Table”: “One knew that
  food had entered the domain of snobbery when it became all right to announce
  that one’s son or daughter was studying to be, or already was, a chef. This,
  as noted earlier, is one of the few downward-mobility jobs that is deemed –
  more than acceptable – positively meritorious. (True, chefs at upmarket
  restaurants were also earning six-figure salaries, so the mobility hasn’t
  been entirely downward.) During the past thirty or so years, the young began
  to dominate the restaurant business. Now waiters and waitresses not only
  frequently announce themselves by their first names, but, when reeling off
  the list of (often) goofily ambitious ‘specials’ on offer that evening, make
  plain that they had tasted them all; and then, after one has ordered,
  exclaim, if one were lucky, that one had ‘ordered very intelligently.’
  (‘What, may I ask,’ I can hear my mother saying, on being told by a waiter
  forty years younger than she that she had ordered well, ‘is it his business
  how I ordered?’) Throughout Snobbery,
  there’s a peppering of astute and sober observations with clever comments
  that cause the beginnings of a smile. I admit to reading Snobbery while
  engaging in one of my forms of snobbery: drinking rare teas. It wasn’t just
  any Ti Kuan Yin that touched my lips during the first few chapters. No, it
  was the Golden Monkey Picked China Oolong. And for the later chapters, the
  weather turned cooler, so I switched to a different semi-black tea, with
  which you’re unlikely to be familiar since it’s so rare. It was a pleasure to
  wrap up reading Snobbery
  while sipping Amber Autumn in the Wu Gorge. Well, not really in the Wu Gorge,
  but on the patio. If you think you’ve escaped being a snob, think again.
  You’re likely to find your own attitudes on one page or another of Snobbery.
  If you have trouble seeing yourself as a snob, come over and have a cup of
  tea with me. Or, buy your own rare teas where I do: at Todd & Holland Tea Merchants. One
  taste, and you, too, could become a tea snob.  Steve Hopkins, September 25, 2002 | |||
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