In this boisterous story collection, mischief abounds in the quiet corners of the British Empire on which the sun never sets. As the overseer of the kitchen at the British embassy in Vulgaria, De Mandeville has begun to abuse his power. He subjects the King's guests to a blistering Madras curry, a French onion soup served without spoons, and a table so loaded with vegetation that the party can hardly see the food. But worst of all, he has begun to cook with garlic, that fragrant bulb so beloved by diplomats that it must be banned, lest foul breath cripple the Empire. De Mandeville is due for comeuppance, and no breath mint can save him now. 'If Garlic Be the Food of Love' is only the first story in this invaluable peek at life in British diplomatic circles. After the ninth, the reader will wonder not how the British Empire came apart, but how De Mandeville, Polk-Mowbray, and the King's other dips ever got it started in the first place.
"A rewarding cocktail based on two parts Wodehouse and half a part of H. H. Munro."
The New York Times
"No person, place or thing can ever quite remain the same for us after we have seen, smelled, tasted, heard and felt it through the senses of Lawrence Durrell."
