One of the oddest books I’ve ever read. A pair of aliens leave their hectic life behind and settle on the world of Provender, where they enjoy the quite life. The catch: on Provender everything can and gets eaten. The newcomers get to know their new neighbors, and the many tasty things on Provender. The end of the book has a funny, and depend on your taste, mean twist (you probably know by now what to expect, it’s rather obvious).
The book is told in form of a diary, with a look at small, everyday details and events. There’s no discernible plot, and I wondered what the point of the book was, despite that it had been a strange and funny experience. I later learned that it’s probably a persiflage of Peter Mayle’s A Year in Provence, which is a recount of his real experiences in the Provence.