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.
A woman viciously murders her seemingly doting husband. We meet up with her several years later in a mental facility, where a therapist tries to get her to speak and to reveal her story. Who is innocent and who is the victim? The answer isn’t straightforward. The resolution to the novel features a real twist that will have the reader questioning the chronology of the different narrative threads in the book. A real page-turner.

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