Mr. Mayle and his wife, Jennie, had moved to the village of Ménerbes in the Provence region in 1987, with Mr. Mayle intending to write a novel. But with renovations to the 18th-century stone farmhouse they had bought in full swing, he kept getting distracted. His agent finally told him to shelve the novel and write about the distractions.
Some of my favorite hours were involved in reading those books for the first time. RIP, good sir. Thank you for all the inspirations. I just rewatched A Good Year the other day. "You tried to run me over with your leetle cahr" is legend.