Reading Peter Mayle’s A Good Year is a little like ambling through your Provençal village’s marché. You marvel at the booths’ bright colors, pungent aromas, and artistic arrangements. Over the weeks, you get to know olives, chèvre, pain de compagne, and légumes vendors’ personalities and stories. Occasionally, when you witness a bit of drama, you learn to discern friend from foe among villagers. Like other Peter Mayle novels, A Good Year is unabashed paean to life in Provence. I savored every minute of this book, and although the story has a satisfying ending, I didn’t want it to end because I wanted to continue vicariously tasting this charmed life.
Part
humor, part romance, part intrigue, A
Good Year tells of Londoner Max Skinner’s adapting to a new life in his
recently deceased uncle’s modest chateau in Saint-Pons. The main mystery
involves the vineyard Max inherited with the house: Why is some of its wine
undrinkable and some among the finest anywhere? As Max and his uncle’s
long-time vigneron unravel this
mystery, subplots abound.
I
had bought and read this novel when it first came out in 2004. Since then, I’ve
seen the movie by the same name three times. My most recent viewing prompted me
to reread the book. Book and movie are significantly different, but with
similar lighthearted tone.
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