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Sterben wie Gott in Frankreich: Ein Wein-Roman
Gebraucht - Gut; Michael Böckler; Sterben wie Gott in Frankreich - Ein Wein Roman - bk108; Droemer Knaur Verlag; 2004; pocket_book; ; Deutsch
416 pages, Paperback
First published November 30, 2004
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May 17, 2023
Echli um die schlechti Bewertig zVerbessere. Ich finds sBuech überhaupt nöd schlecht, het chli en witz din und en twist am schluss. Zudem findis für Laie (wie mich) wück en guete ihstig id Wii (isch no lustig gsi über all die Ört wie Saint Emilion, Bordeaux, cheval blanc zLese woni selber gsi bin).
April 17, 2018
Als Krimi nicht so interessant, als Weinführer nicht ausführlich genug.
September 19, 2008
Another book that was given to me as a present. I'm beginning to wonder what I'm doing wrong that would give people the idea that a book in a violet cover with a backcover review by "Frau im Spiegel" would be an appropriate present for me.
Anyway, it was about as good as you can expect from such a book. The basic idea is fine: crime story, set in the world of wines. Investigator gets involved, meets woman, falls in love, travels to different wine countries etc.
The execution couldn't suck more if it tried. One cliche after another. Starting with the completely ridiculous name of the investigator, Hippolyt Hermanus, oh-so-fancily abbreviated to "Hipp" (isn't he hip, Hipp?), dragging the reader through every cliche connected with wine or Southern France, which indicates to me that the author has all his knowledge about wines and France from a one-page description in "Bild" rather than his own experience. There's literally no inside knowledge, but everyone drinks only the most expensive wines, drives Porsches and lives in Bad Homburg. Because the old people who read Frau im Spiegel and dream about living a better life with more money than their little pension remember Bad Homburg from visitin it in the fifties, when they stood on awe in front of the casino and looked at the fancy cars.
Oh, and I forgot, of course "Hipp" immediately starts an affair with the rich guys daughter, because she finds him so hip. We are left in the dark about why she should fancy "Hipp", but instead are given hints of love scenes. Ooooh! Are you getting as excited as I am?
A waste of time. If you want to read a wine crime story, read something from Paul Grote. At least he knows the business.
Anyway, it was about as good as you can expect from such a book. The basic idea is fine: crime story, set in the world of wines. Investigator gets involved, meets woman, falls in love, travels to different wine countries etc.
The execution couldn't suck more if it tried. One cliche after another. Starting with the completely ridiculous name of the investigator, Hippolyt Hermanus, oh-so-fancily abbreviated to "Hipp" (isn't he hip, Hipp?), dragging the reader through every cliche connected with wine or Southern France, which indicates to me that the author has all his knowledge about wines and France from a one-page description in "Bild" rather than his own experience. There's literally no inside knowledge, but everyone drinks only the most expensive wines, drives Porsches and lives in Bad Homburg. Because the old people who read Frau im Spiegel and dream about living a better life with more money than their little pension remember Bad Homburg from visitin it in the fifties, when they stood on awe in front of the casino and looked at the fancy cars.
Oh, and I forgot, of course "Hipp" immediately starts an affair with the rich guys daughter, because she finds him so hip. We are left in the dark about why she should fancy "Hipp", but instead are given hints of love scenes. Ooooh! Are you getting as excited as I am?
A waste of time. If you want to read a wine crime story, read something from Paul Grote. At least he knows the business.
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