I wrote this.
Here is what some people have said about it on Amazon:
Simply the best book about the malaise that is modern France.
I read it while staying in Provence and it told me, for the first time, why the queues are so long in French supermarkets (they can’t afford to hire more workers thanks to French labour law).
Funny, waspish, lucid, clever, and definitely enlightening. Voltaire would approve.
Having read many books and textbooks on French culture, this one is unique and extremely valuable to anyone who is remotely interested in the language and the culture of the country.
Enjoyable insight into modern French society is highly recommended for anyone seeking private or professional bonds with the French.
This book is indispensable for Francophiles, students of Modern Languages, Political Economy, expats, students of EU and its politics, European socialism, and so on.
This is the perfect book for November in the UK.
A good book with some witty insights into aspects of a large and complex country.
You might buy this book because you want a good laugh at the French, and it certainly works on that level.
But, truth be told, this is really an essential guide to French life and the most honest one I have ever come across.
So much of the inexplicable is explained here. Now I understand why the shops are mysteriously closed on any given day and why nobody seems keen to run an efficient business. I had wondered why the food was so surprisingly bad, now I know. This also clears up the mystery of just who are all those drunken guys with guns menacingly staring at me from beside the road. Read the book and find out.
Aside from the expats, this book is largely wasted on an English-speaking market. Home truths like these deserve a French edition.
Lots of old work mainly on this blog. The cloud shows you what I was writing about. Please have a look around. At the moment I am blogging more on anglois.wordpress.com where the concentration is on French speakers learning English.
Big Adam Boulton, with more chins than the Michelin man, is a testament to an unhealthy lifestyle. Tacking between Speaking Unto Nation and Westminster’s most fattening expense-account eating billets, Boulton has long been the softest of touches.
And now, suddenly, twice in one day, he loses it! First with Alastair Campbell, professional liar and spin minister. And then with little Ben Bradshaw, the ghastliest and minciest of Mandelson’s horrible accolytes.
Sky will now give their £800,000 a year political editor a ‘rest’ I should imagine, after the rigours of the campaign.
But just as it is called a gaffe when a politician tells the truth, it is also the case that journalists who occupy such high-profile berths as Adam must never, ever be allowed to call a spade a shovel.
There was a glimpse yesterday of Adam’s youthful jouissance, before he became a complete establishment patsy. A reporter who dares to answer back a toad like Campbell is a rare beast. I should imagine that if Adam returns he will have promised his bosses that he has learned how to control himself.
Britain is to lead the way stripping its citizens naked in the interests of the war on terror, according to the prime minister. With the backing of the prime minister, it is probable that this technology is entirely useless, except for the welcome promotion of a healthy naturist lifestyle.
Your correspondents sound like government flacks. How did it get this way? Why does Rupert put up with it? Also, Adam Boulton: frankly, you are too fat.
Update: Which of you is more ridiculous? Joey Jones with his Labour talking points. Your police reporter who looks and talks like a cop. A defence reporter tied at the hip to the MoD? Or is it you, Adam, always knowing so much more than you tell us? Jon Craig seems to be the only one left who thinks like a reporter. Even Emma Hurd has resorted to blithering climate drivel and penguin hugging.
Note to Obama: Sell Alaska to the Russians. They sold it to the United States in 1867 for practically nothing – $7.2 million. Buy low. Sell high.
Also ditch Texas to the Mexicans. And Louisiana to the French. Why not everything for sale? The Canadians might like Michigan, or North Dakota.
A smaller America would be a happier and more prosperous America and less likely to get ideas above its station.
I promise you this is a much better plan than handing bungs to the bankers and other great American failures.
Goya: The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters
Weary after having been proved right on almost everything – foot & mouth, Mika, Basra, I could continue – your humble blogger has recently stopped adding ‘content’ to occupy himself with more elementary duties.