This is a self-indulgent paean to love, longing and ultimately life.

Through Charisma’s eventual choice between her two adulators, the author is settling life’s fundamental debate over what constitutes lasting value.

Poetic, lyrical and wistful in tone, this book is to be sipped, just like the wine the author uses to contextualize his ramble.

One can be forgiven for marveling at a version of love that is clearly an echo from the pre-instagram era, an old school world of gender clarity and honor bound chivalry!

There is wonder, there is a generosity of spirit, and there is a chic, back to basics decency. Here is a person who has lived the fine life.

Here is a person who has lived the fine life.

Ayn Rand, Roald Dahl, Andy Williams…the clear and present shades of a boomer!

There is plenty but there could be more.

One could have it all and yet wish to sign off with the flourish of having loved and lost.

The book sparkles with a surfeit of wordy gems, “an artwork in deception”, “a life beyond anecdotes”; “like my morning boon”; “love begins beyond orgasm” and “life becomes sweet custard”.

The author has clearly been there, done that.