Title: Just for the money?
Product review: I am a Peter Mayle die-hard. So it should not surprise anyone that I reserved my copy of 'Encore Provence' already half a year ago. But now that I've read it, I'm disappointed. 'Encore Provence' is only a shadow of what 'A Year in Provence' or 'Toujours Provence' brought to the mind. This is no story-full-of-life, it's a collection of short pieces that lack the spirit and emotions of Mayle's former work. It may well be that Peter Mayle's body is back in his old Provence, but the writer left his mind elsewhere. I miss the empathy and the lively descriptions. Reading 'Encore Provence' is like tasting a 'seconde maison' of a fabulous wine-estate: you like the taste, but you know that the original you have tasted before, was so much better. I can't get rid of the feeling that the author wrote 'Encore Provence' because he 'had to deliver'. Still I am impatient to get my hands on his next work of Provencal Fiction.
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