After reading Chasing Cézanne I felt Peter Mayle was a good enough writer to follow up with A Good Year.
Previous visits to Provence have given me an affinity with the locations discussed in these books and some small understanding of the French/English/American interaction.
The writing in this book is gentle; smooth like a beautiful red wine, with humorous overtones. There was intrigue hiding within the pages but I expected more from this. There was no build up or crescendo; the plot simply teetered off to a quite end; soft and pleasing but a slight disappointment.
I’ll give it time before I decide whether this has put me off the writer.