An even more egregious example would be John Grisham's novel the Broker. Ludicrous plot is just an excuse for the title character to "hide" in Italy. He's dumped there by shadowy people because he has too much dirt to have his freedom, but inexplicably too valuable to kill and dispose of. So his mysterious masters set him up with a nice life in Italy, and pay for his lodging, meals and tutoring. Of course, he gets beautiful women to teach him the language, and every day they eat exquisite meals at a neverending series of restaurants, described in lavish detail by Grisham. I suspect that he probably visited, stayed or ate at every place he describes, kept receipts, and deducted everything as a "research expense" needed to ensure the authenticity of the book.
"...and Mrs. Taylor sure seems to use a lotta ice, whenever he's away."
reply
share