I note from the publishing details that this was originally published in 2009, and if this is indeed the case, it makes Mr Erland Loe quite prescient in what transpired more recently between Nigella Lawson and Charles Saatchi, and for that fact alone makes it a standout read. He is one of my favourite authors, with a deadpan, often childlike style, which totally suits this short, acidly funny little book, but, like an ice cream bought during a midday sun, it tends to melt away quite soon.
Norwegians, Bror Telemann, his wife Nina and their children are on their summer holidays in Germany and is the account of their fallout during this time. Telemann is a theatre director, who is as pretentious, selfish, neurotic and annoying in a way that only a theatre director can be, a man child who still maintains all Germans are Nazis, harbours sexual fantasies about Nigella Lawson and dreams of liberating her from the clutches of Saatchi, and unwittingly reveals his own anti-Semitism. The conversations between him and his long suffering wife, are frequently hilarious, although often repetitive, and one-note. Appropriately enough, the book is written like a play script, mostly through dialogue, and it might actually work better on stage. 'This is theatre!' as Telemann would probably say, and curiously enough, the characters could easily come from a play Alan Ayckborne
Essentially a novella, it could be read in one sitting, but Telemann is so exasperating a character, it's probably better in small doses. Oh, and the ending is sentimental and fake.