Photo: Linda B. Martin

Nancy Weber
Between Books She Cooks

212-675-5862

nancy@betweenbooksshecooks.com

Website by Mia Pearlman Design

On the snowy day when I turned six in West Hartford, Connecticut, the boy I liked best gave me a toy stove, the kind with an actual electrical cord and heat generated by a light bulb, and my mother let me pan-fry little hamburgers on it. The next year, my poem Spring was published by the sixth grade magazine, a heady experience for a second grader.

Six decades later, I have a catering company called Between Books She Cooks, which is to say that I still make little hamburgers—organic beef, but of course, and I make my own two-bite buns and ketchup from scratch, and offer them at New York City cocktail parties on black lacquer trays garnished with watermelon radishes, which have a wild pink heart beneath a Martian green skin. There are twenty-three books now, if you count them all, and I do, even Coeds, Part II (I didn’t write Part I). Most of them also have a wild pink heart.

I don’t understand computers (my children, Rose and Albert, and my son-in-law, Josh, superb geeks inter alia, will attest to that) but I know a thing or two about connectivity and I yearn to know more. This site is meant to do two things: offer helpful information about my professional passions and also spin a thread, cast a line, forge a link—do whatever it is we do here to bust barriers and foster mind-merge.

Eventually I hope also to provide a locus for interactive fiction. The very first time I signed on to AOL, I felt like a character in an infinite novel. I’ve made two failed attempts to write fiction here with strangers; eventually I’ll figure out how to do it. I also hope to breathe electronic life into Chef Satiety, who abets weight-loss diets and other regimens by feeding people scrumptious forbidden delights online—exciting harmonic vibrations in the hippocampus to requite hunger. He’ll remember how you like your coffee or your martini next time you stop by.

Welcome.