Paul from My Italian Bulldozer is back. He has a remit to write a book on the philosophy of food, but can’t find his groove in Edinburgh. A distant cousin offers him a quiet place to write in a villa she’s rented in France, but it doesn’t quite go to plan. The writing is soon derailed by a cast of village characters that consume all of Paul’s attention. And the “second worst restaurant in France” turns into a project, not unlike Restaurant Impossible, that Paul can’t resist. This almost has the feel of a comedic television series. It’s light and entertaining. It reminded me of Peter Mayle’s fiction, and characters like Anne Tyler writes.
The latest book by the author of The Kite Runner reads like a collection of short stories, but they are all interconnected. The link between stories isn’t always immediately apparent and there are some diversions that take the reader far from Kabul, and sometimes confusingly so (the detour to Greece was interesting, but a bit disconnected from the rest of the storyline, I thought). There were some great narratives—one in particular that I think was worth the whole of the book— a story about Afghani-American cousins, Idris and Timur, who return to Kabul to attempt to regain an ancestral home, abandoned after the Soviet invasion. While Timur goes out and carouses and flaunts his American wealth, Idris spends most of his time showing charity to a young girl in hospital, a victim of an unspeakable act of violence which leaves her in need of surgery in a western nation. Idris, himself a doctor, promises to arrange the needed medical intervention, but when he returns to the US, the...

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