The author wrote one of my favourite books about food, "The Book of Imperative Cooking", a collection of articles from The Spectator which describe the basic skills required to become a competent cook. These include the usual - essential equipment, sourcing good quality ingredients, and some less orthodox advice - if you wish to cook an Indian dinner for friends in April, you should begin in February, cooking and eating nothing but Indian food (including breakfast) for the duration.The dictatorial tone is leavened throughout with sly humour and cheerfully insulting digs at anyone who doesnt share his hardline views ,that is, almost everybody. The English at Table continues this theme but the tone has become sour. The author rails against the shortcomings of the English housewife, chef, shopkeeper and restaurateur. Nobody, it seems, apart from the author and his wife, can be trusted to produce acceptable meals.It reads like a rant rather than a reasoned critique.I paid a penny ( plus post and packing) for this book and it still felt as if I'd been robbed.