"Tom Jones" Goes Into the Wine Business
It was not entirely clear from the subtitle, the blurbs, and such whether this was going to be just a genial memoir of life in the wine business or a more robust fictional outing. Well, happy to say this falls decidedly into the picaresque camp. In fact, I just looked at a definition of "picaresque" so as not to embarrass myself, and the definition of the word concisely captures the essence of this novel - "... a genre of prose fiction that depicts the adventures of a roguish, but 'appealing hero', of low social class, who lives by his or her wits in a corrupt society." (Thank you, Wikipedia.)
This is a terribly funny book. And it's funny pretty much every way it's possible to be funny - there is slapstick, antic mayhem, dry and deadpan skewering, brutal satirical set pieces, witty banter, inspired absurdity, frat boy sexual innuendo, political humor, and an everything-but-the-kitchen sink plot. Along the way we send up the wine business, supermarkets, capitalism in general, horrible bosses, horrible co-workers, wine snobbery, corporate politics, international politics, neighborhood politics, and Asti Spumante.
It's dry but full-bodied, and despite the occasional lull to allow for some plot advancement, it was a complete success as an entertaining romp. A delightful find. (Please note that I received a free ecopy of this book without a review requirement, or any influence regarding review content should I choose to post a review. Apart from that I have no connection at all to either the author or the publisher of this book.)