But if the idea that a boyfriend is dishy, in a literal sense, prepared with love and invention by a true culinary artist, doesn’t offend then read this satirical romp. If this idea puts you off, and I should add this novel is sexually frank too, this book may not be for you. To put not too fine a point on it, she keeps them close by devouring them for dinner. You might say chef Dorothy Daniels’ ex-partners have never really leave her. Amarone, liver and fava beans give way to Barolo, truffles and tongue – this is haute cuisine in gloriously bad taste. By a country mile, t his is the most fun we’ve had in the company of a flesh eating gourmand since Hannibal Lecter got creative in the kitchen. Hell hath no fury like a love-scorned celebrity chef and as you might expect there’s a particularly gruesome form of revenge on the menu. A niche sub-genre maybe, but it’s wicked funny if you have the stomach for it. Chick-lit cannibalism is how Chelsea G Summers describes her new dramedy thriller – and that gives you a flavour of it, the novel is a tongue-in-cheek fable.
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