
Over a year ago, I purchased
A Year in Provence off the $5 rack at Housing Works bookshop in SOHO. [read post
here] After I finished reading the book I knew it would be perfect post for The Sale Rack as I felt like I truly experienced a year in the life of the author without stepping foot in the south of France. I couldn't quite capture the essence of the book like my literary friend,
Katie Frye, so I asked her to do the honors for The Sale Rack. Read below for what I hope is the first of many book reviews by Frye for TSR.
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With the economy is doing its downward dog, you may be foregoing your summer vacation plans. Well, fret not, dear reader, because armchair travel does have its pleasures. Indeed, if travel writing has a canon, then Peter Mayles’
A Year in Provence is practically the entire Shakespearean oeuvre, so influential has it been on this genre. The premise is by now formulaic—jaded businessperson chucks it all, moving to the land of his/her fantasies with beloved and dogs in tow—but nevertheless, Mayles manages to keep this formula fresh and entertaining. His tale has all the customary ingredients of satisfying armchair travel—gastronomic delights, road trips with meaningful detours, humorous anecdotes about local color—seasoned with a few particularly comedic tangents, including his negotiations with local artisans to renovate his Provençal mas (don’t miss the part about his custom outdoor dining table) and his encounters with the underground truffle industry. But twenty years later, what remains so transporting about Mayles’ prose is that, like the best French cuisine (think fresh baguette and thick slabs of salted butter), it is simple, hearty fare, offering a meal all the more splendid in its absence of fanfare. Before the silly staycation industry, there was just this: you in sweatpants; a good book set far, far away; and a glass of wine—in this case, a Burgundy. Non-voyage!
- Katie Frye