A bunch of rich drunks have drunken adventures in France and Spain between the Wars. There is fishing, and there are bullfights. Decadence and dissolution more or less without reprieve. Lots of conversations, occasionally not super-clear who's talking; I guess it's plausible the characters are talking about things they don't ever (much) mention, but the book really wasn't interesting enough for me to try to read that deeply, or for me to reread it.
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