Cooking with Fernet BrancaA witty satire of the expat experience in rural Europe and antidote to every 'wish-you-were-here' travel memoir, this novel is entertainment in its purest form. Gerald Samper is all about the good life. On his own private hilltop in idyllic Tuscany, he is living his own brand of la bella vita working as a ghostwriter for celebrities. He wiles away his free time concocting outrageous dishes with the distinctive liqueur gifted to the area's new arrivals. But it's not long before his little slice of paradise is shattered by the arrival of an eccentric neighbor. Marta is a composer on the run from 'Voynovia, ' a crime-riddled Eastern European nation to which she owes her distinctive accent. With her nocturnal helicopter visits and habitual piano-playing, it's not long before the two clash and become embroiled in an absurd turf war. The battle compels each side to devise increasingly strange retaliations: a back-and-forth which features such delicacies as Gerald's batch of Garlic and Fernet Branca Ice Cream and Marta's parody of her neighbor's terrible singing for a film score she's composing. With each ridiculous misunderstanding, the two are brought into ever closer and ever more disastrous proximity. In their earnest attempts to narrate their side of the story it quickly becomes apparent how unreliable they both really are. An adroit, charming and bitingly funny comedy of manners for anyone who finds humor in the idiosyncrasies of human behavior. |
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... Gerree , " she replied . I noticed she had hardly touched her own shonka which anyway was a fraction the length of ... Gerree , what your work ? " " I'm a writer , Marta . " " Writer murder ? ” " Not murder stories , no , although I am ...
... Gerree , he have com- panion and they make fooding together . ' It is true , Gerree , it is not good always to be alone . Sometimes we all are needing what we say in Voynovia , close muscle . ” Even the meaningful simper which ...
... Gerree ! " she cries , " you are home ! How happy to see you , " and before I can recoil she gives me a hug . I can feel her bangles pressing into the small of my back . Trashy stuff . Pure Benares . " Where are you went ? " " Munich ...