Things Can Only Get Feta: Two Journalists and Their Crazy Dog Living Through the Greek Crisis (Paperback)
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DescriptionAfter an Arctic winter, a British recession, and a downturn in the newspaper industry, two journalists and their dog embark on an adventure in the wild and beautiful southern Peloponnese. A perfect plan, except for one thing - Greece is deep in economic crisis. And if fiscal failure can't overturn the couple's escapade in rural Greece, perhaps macabre local customs, a scorpion invasion, zero dog-tolerance, health scares, and touchy expats will. This is a humorous and insightful journey through one of the last unspoilt regions of Greece. It is full of encounters with warm-hearted, often eccentric, Greeks who show that this troubled country still has heroes, if not euros. In a hillside village in the Mani, the locals share their lives, their laughter and their stories and help chart the couple's own passage back to happiness. They even find a place in their hearts for their Greek nemesis - the local pungent goat cheese. Things really can only get feta -
- Published: 01 May 2014
- Format: Paperback 320 pages
- ISBN 13: 9781909657083 ISBN 10: 1909657085
- Sales rank: 54,143
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Reviews for Things Can Only Get Feta
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This utterly lovely book catapulted me back through the decades to my own too-brief Greek adventure not long after the end of military rule. It seemed then that every Greek wanted to share with visiting foreigners a collective national optimism about the future and a determination to return to doing what Greeks do best - enjoy their lives. Marjory McGinn's mountain village recalls perfectly those I visited that summer, where generous locals rewarded even the most cack-handed attempts to speak Greek with delighted laughter and plates of ripe figs for which they always declined payment. In the crowded "ex-pat travel diary" genre, this book is a stand-out, as much for McGinn's gentle, assured writing as for the tales told. And running through it all - literally - is Wallace, a most exceptional dog, of whom I long to hear more. I hope McGinn is nearly finished the next instalment of his (and his owners') adventures, because I can hardly wait to know what happens next. by Sharon Kay
I feel feta for having read this
I'm not normally a big one for books of the Travel genre, other than a couple by Paul Theroux many years ago. But when Marjory McGinn's Things Can Only Get Feta came my way and I dipped into it, all reservations were put aside and _ cliché aside _ I literally couldn't put it down. This is a book that transcends any limitations of genre, through its subject matter and the quality of the writing.
Marjory and her partner Jim Bruce, British journalists based in Scotland and suffering the effects of the decline in their industry, decided to up sticks in 2010 and spend a year in the southern Peloponnese region of Greece, immersing themselves in the life of a rural village and getting by as freelancers. This would be an audacious step for anyone, but these two 50-somethings are nothing if not courageous, an example to contemporaries inclined to sit back and take it easy in the loungeroom.
Helped along by some knowledge of the language, Marjory brings the hillside village of Megali Mantineia vividly to life _ its people, their customs, a mixed bag of expats _ against the dark backdrop of Greece's ever-deepening economic crisis.
A constant presence is the couple's Parson Russell terrier, the inimitable Wallace, who would be a real handful anywhere and especially so in Greece, where the locals are at best indifferent to dogs. But every home should have a dog like Wallace.
The epilogue indicates there may be another book to come out of this excellent Greek adventure. I hope so. by Alan Hill