Frank Bruni, the mysterious restaurant critic for The New York Times, is leaving his post after five years.
In an internal memo sent out today, executive editor Bill Keller said Bruni will be abandoning the restaurant beat this summer to promote his book “Born Round: the Secret History of a Full-Time Eater,” and take an “overdue vacation.” Afterward, Bruni will take up a position as writer-at-large for the Times magazine “where he will have license to follow his appetites — his journalistic appetites — wherever they lead him,” Keller said.
Now, the hunt is on for a replacement. Who do you think should take over?
Keller’s full memo, with some fond words about Bruni and his work, after the jump
May 14, 2009
A Digestif for Frank Bruni
Frank Bruni will be turning in his restaurant-critic credentials when his memoir, “Born Round: the Secret History of a Full-Time Eater,” is published in late August. As Bill writes, “As for the restaurant beat, the search for a successor begins now.”
When we recruited Frank Bruni from the Rome Bureau to be the restaurant critic of The New York Times, there was a quizzical buzz in the food-o-sphere. Sure, Frank had shown himself to be a gifted reporter on subjects domestic and foreign. Yes, he was indisputably an exquisite writer. And there were unmistakable clues to his affinity in his travel pieces, with their vivid evocation of Italian food, and in other features — the profile of the makers of Italian grappa, the visit to the University of Gastronomic Science in Polenzo. But he lacked what the foodie establishment would regard as suitable credentials. He was not the obvious choice.
Five years later, the choice seems not only obvious, but inspired, proving that sometimes editors get one really right. Not content to review his way around New York with authority and brio, not content to blog discoveries that do not yet merit a fullblown review, he has also performed more ambitious feats of criticism: his unforgettable cross-country tour of the iconic fast food joints of America, for instance, and his quest for the best brand-new restaurants in all of America.
In his spare time, between aerobic eating and the requisite gym time to burn it all off, he has managed to produce a memoir of his lifelong, complicated relationship with food. Recognizing that the book is certain to seriously compromise his ability to be a spy in the land of food, Frank picked this as a natural time to move on. He will be turning in his restaurant-critic credentials when his memoir, “Born Round: the Secret History of a Full-Time Eater,” is published in late August.
After a break for book promotion and some overdue vacation, Frank will become a writer-at-large on the staff of our Sunday magazine, where he will have license to follow his appetites — his journalistic appetites — wherever they lead him. Jill and I have insisted on the right to draft him occasionally for projects large or small, but the magazine will be his base and main outlet. Readers are in for some great reading.
As for the restaurant beat, the search for a successor begins now.