I read this one while laying on the beach in Mexico, but somehow this novel still made me pine for the drafty pubs of London. In the Dud Avocado, Dundy reveals the life of the young expatriate in Paris. Now, her female protagonist living in London is a bit older, but no wiser. This would be a self-indulgent Sex and the City meets 1960s London if it weren't for Dundy's fierce, blunt and beautiful prose. I do not understand why Dundy doesn't have more of a following.
"I sighed and shook my weary head. I saw that my youth, my ordinarily strongest ally, was against me. For I was unused to failure, thrown by it, helpless to rise above it. He, the old man, so old and vigorous; and me, young but so tired."