The book: Gerald Samper is a ghostwriter for the famous and stupid; he works best in his secluded villa in the hills high above Viareggio. That is, until he discovers he is not all that secluded: an eastern (or central)European neighbour wanders over with a bottle of Fernet Branca, advice and trouble. Though he is an aesthete and sensitive soul, Samper (of the Shropshire Sampers) rises magnificently to the challenge, distributing operatic song and recipes (oyster and turnip profiteroles, otter chunks with lobster sauce) through the hills; plus some observations on Italian estate agents, British tourists, the rich and famous, and the philosophy of life.
My opinion: a comic masterpiece, I think, for specialists who enjoy morbid wit, beautiful writing, and taking potshots at almost everything... It is obvious Mr Samper (and his author) love Italy, but have seen some slightly less wonderful sides of it, as well. A glorious book which has me buying *anything* by this guy, and laughing out loud when I read it. And again. And again... highly recommended, a feast for connaisseurs and for anyone who takes themselves, and their foibles, not too seriously.