There are books, wonderful books, well-written, which I have enjoyed and appreciated, yet if asked later about the story line, I might only be able to tell you about a bit of food. Plum Cake, case in point, from the recent and excellent novel by Donna Leon, The Golden Egg.
As one reviewer, Ms. Goring at The Herald, stated: "We find ourselves once more in the company of Commissario Guido Brunetti, a gentlemanly, bookish policeman who never takes a short cut if it would impede his ruminations on life." A domestic tragedy, and mystery involving the death of a local boy, a deaf-mute, his neighbors believe. Things are not always what they seem on the surface, and Paola, Brunetti's equally bookish wife, refuses to let things alone. She encourages her husband to find out more about the sad-eyed young man, and why he died.
And she bakes her family a fabulous Plum Cake. Her son equates it with God. I don't know that I would go that far. Though God did give us plums.
