The author of this work may be smug, opinionated, privileged and a product of nepotism, but reading Jay Rayner is always interesting, particularly on the topic of food. Naturally, the work covers this subject area, but as the title might suggest, touches on (auto)biography and the nature of death too. My Last Supper is preoccupied not only with the (often elevated) meaning attributed to this idea, but also, if you were to choose an ideal/idealised meal, what it might comprise. Rayner's work goes from conception to consumption. As already suggested, the writing on food appeals more and also comes across as less contrived, an enjoyable, even if fairly inconsequential read. N/R.
By Jay Rayner