Dial M for Merde: A Novel
Bemused Brit Paul West steps in it once again when a romantic getaway to the south of France is spoiled by international intrigue When the glorious oceanographer Gloria Monday convinces Paul West to travel to the swank beaches of southern France—where she’s investigating caviar-smuggling cartels—he assumes he’s about to have the time of his life. But for West, France has always been full of surprises underfoot, and this trip is no exception to the rule. He’s soon dragged into an undercover investigation that goes all the way to the top and leaves him feeling sometimes like James Bond, sometimes like Inspector Clouseau. Dial M for Merde is a comic caper that pokes fun at French society at every level, from pompous politicians to grumpy waitstaff.
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A really funny story of the dangers of travelling in France. Sex, suspense, food, wine, politics, class warfare, even carbon footprints and sturgeons: This book has it all, but all of it could only ... Read full review
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