Loved it, clever and entertaining. The book had an interesting tempo. It started slowly, and during the first twenty pages I kept thinking to myself: "This book isn't too good, maybe I won't bother reading it". But because I had really liked the previous books I had read which were authored by Peter Mayle, I persisted and I am happy to say that the book gradually accelerated and got better and better and toward the last half I never wanted to put it down. When it ended I was sorry because I wanted more to read. I wanted to hear more after the conclusions wrapped it up.
The characters were well developed and entertaining. We had our hero, Simon who is a rich and successful ad man (yes, just like the TV series "Mad Men" although this 1993 book pre-dated "Mad Men" which played 2007 – 2016). His ladies are his malicious spendthrift ex-wife Caroline and then he meets blonde Nicole in her mid-thirties. Nicole is now struggling financially because her ex has a new girlfriend who has convinced him to cut off Nicole's alimony. Nicole suggests an empty building to Simon which is perfect for a hotel, and Simon decides to open the Hotel Pastis.
The book is salted throughout with titillating descriptions of Nicole which may please many readers: "...her coat swinging away from her legs, her face lit up by a smile he felt in his stomach.", "...sensual rhythm of a confident cook...elegant in her apron tied tightly...accentuated her slim waist.", "...scented skin of her cheek..." "...kissed...her scent, fresh and spicy...", "...she touched his hand...felt a brief twinge of lust.", "...hint of perfectly tanned cleavage...her silk shirt...", "..high boots and a micro-skirt bent over the bonnet of the car...her bottom presented to the oncoming traffic...".
Other characters were Ernest, Simon's trusty aide, cook, butler, manager, you-name-it; Mrs. Gibbons the dog, a bull terrier who looks like a Japanese wrestler with jaws capable of cracking rocks; an advertising client, the Condom Marketing Board (The Rubber Barons); Madame Pons the chef. She says eating is too important to spoil with talk of work, the table is for pleasure. Enrico is the hit man who likes his rabbit with the correct sauce, a sauce properly thickened with blood. There is a gang of eight bank robbers/kidnappers headed by The General helped by Jojo. Uncle William is a social embarrassment to Simon, he is an artist who is always continually on the run, usually from some rich widow he has promised to marry, and he turns up every couple of years to borrow money from Simon. There were many more equally entertaining or amusing characters.
I looked up "pastis" and it means "mash-up" and is a kind of French bootleg which started when absinthe was outlawed. People started fermenting and distilling their own imitation with various seeds and herbs of combos such as pernod, fennel, licorice, anise. When one adds ice water it turns milky and is especially popular as a summer morning or noon drink.
I loved the small details about the hotel. They transplanted an olive tree and were to be sure to paint the bark on the south side so that the tree would face the same way after the re-plant so it would have the same orientation and settle into its new home at once, otherwise it would need two or three years to orient. Mrs. Pons would only allow flowers on the dining tables for the eyes only, not the nose. She said their odors fight with the scent of the food. Nicole led Simon to a replica of the Mannequin Pis (in Brussels, a tumescent cherub micturating through copper piping into a stone basin and he buys it to decorate Hotel Pastis.
The plot was great. As I said, it chugged along slowly, then gradually gathered speed, and then the ending was racing. The plot had a natural flow even though it was lightly tinted with hints of fantasy. All the loose ends were neatly tied together at the end with some great unexpected twists. But I was left wanting to hear more about the characters.
You may enjoy this book if you speak French or are a Francophile because it is also salted throughout with French phrases, idioms, culture, and of course – French FOOD! For phrases, how about "Il pète plus haut que son cul!" for one who has an exaggerated idea of his own importance? For a menu: "...tapenade souffle, terrine of aubergine, roast turbot with a sauce of butter and fines herbes, les fromages maison, hot crêpes wrapped around a filling of chilled whipped cream and vodka" ?
I did not like page 229 when "the three of them arrived at Les Halles". Les Halles was the famous "belly of Paris", an ancient underground marketplace mentioned in writings over eleven hundred years ago. I shopped there in 1964. Les Halles was demolished and destroyed in 1971. The markets dispersed and some were moved outside Paris, and many others were moved into a group of new buildings in a shopping mall called the "Forum des Halles". This book is dated 1993 so Les Halles was gone. So I wish the author had named his meeting place more authentically.
I was captivated and entertained with this clever book which was sophisticated, witty, and happy.
"The Management Welcomes Dogs.
They Do Not Clean Their Shoes on the Curtains.
They do Not Make Pipi in the Bidet.
We Ask Our Amiable Clientele to Follow Their Example."