A former investment banker’s account of leaving his life behind after the financial crisis, and then boozing and shagging his way through the South of France.
Certain men have certain dreams that involve unlimited champagne, wild parties and an unending line of attractive, willing women. Some men, never getting past this fantasy, are destined to spend their days mournfully wondering what might have been. But a select few, like debut author Khan, find the means to achieve that dream. After the financial crisis drained the Ireland-based hedge fund Khan had started and left him with just enough euros to travel, he traded his job as a banker for a life of amoral leisure on the beaches of Saint-Tropez on the French Riviera. The author holds nothing back in narrating his exploits, providing every detail of his own sex life, as well as those of his “kool” compatriots. Khan intersperses his nonstop escapade with teachable moments about the steps “Dear Reader” can take to live “la vie en rosé,” including statements on the proper view of American politics. He also frequently invites Dear Reader to join him for life on the coast. Many of Khan’s dispatches delve into misogynist strains, somewhat cloaked by a veneer of gentlemanliness. Nearly pornographic specifics on post-sex stains and drunken orgies could be entertaining for some, although encouraging a friend to perform anal sex with a woman because Khan “felt he needed a confidence booster” or suggesting to pay off the alleged rape victim from the recent DSK scandal may be overwhelming for many readers. Despite its claims to the contrary, the book aims for pure entertainment.
This hedonistic romp is simply too much.