Every time I read one of these Bruno books, I find myself grinning and salivating (the food, y'know). What is it about these books that's so appealing? I'm looking for a reason to make some aillou.
There's a clue, I think, in Bruno's sentimental, sweet, and ultimately dead-ended relationship with Isabelle: here's a man who is contented with the place he's found to live in pretty much, except for a partner and family, every aspect. Escaping from a lousy youth, here he is, surrounded by comfort, affection, respect, a comfortable daily ritual full of companionship, good food, and wine. Isabelle, whose ambition has drawn her to the capitol and beyond to the administrative center of Europe, represents avery different path where career is more important than contentment. I suspect that Martin Walker, who looks like a bit of a career high-flyer himself, judging by his presumably (self-written) bio in the back of the book, and certainly a restless spirit -- "He shares his time between the United States, Britain, and the Périgord..." -- is using Bruno as a sort of alter ego, or as writers so often do, as a way to experience different choices.
So, if we take the foreshadowing of a romance with Florence (that has a nice ring to it) seriously (and in this book Bruno's appreciation of Florence in a bikini, plus his enjoyment of her children is fairly convincing) will we be seeing Bruno, and Walker too, settling comfortably anytime soon? Will that change our enjoyment of Bruno? I think not.
Having chosen "perfection of the life" over the work, to use a favorite passage of Yeats's, I empathize with Bruno's choice, and maybe that's why I love these books so much.