A glass of port
Don’t Point That Thing At Me. Dave Martin recommended this book to me. I’m halfway done, and it’s already one of my favorite books ever. It’s a crime novel, technically. But it’s more like a Jeeves novel in the way the main character fusses over his drink selection, and espouses on the benefits of eating at this time of day versus that. And how he orders around his devoted servant Jock. But there’s also murder, alcoholism and art theft. Here’s a quote from the first chapter, just after a member of the secret police is subtly accusing the main character of having stolen a Goya masterpiece.
‘That,’ I said crisply, [...]
