The blurbs on this book sell it short, because they compare it to a Jeeves and Wooster novel. There’s the slightest of comparisons there, but it also belies that this novel is more so like a Stoner (by John Williams) for gardeners. We begin with the old Old Herbaceous working in his garden in his 80s. We’re told a little about his reputation and his sensibility. He’s arrogant, but competent. He’s a genius, and he’ll let you know it. Those kinds of things. When get […]