In an Alexander McCall Smith book, main characters are so careful of the feelings of others that they can spend hours parsing an interaction with a grocery store clerk and use marmalade to unlock the mysteries of humanity.
Then theres Professor Dr. Moritz-Maria von Igelfeld of Unusual Uses for Olive Oil. The scholar at Regensburgs Institute of Romance Philology combines the demeanor of an absent-minded professor with the vanity of a Real Housewife. (Also, its best to keep him away from your dog, but more on that later.)
Unlike Precious Ramotswe, Botswanas No. 1 lady detective, or Isabel Dalhousie of the Sunday Philosophy Club, Professor von Igelfeld is impressively obtuse. This allows him to suffer humiliations galore without a dent on the old ego. The von Igelfeld stories dont so much delve into philosophy as fling their main character into mayhem.
Hes a literary Mr. Magoo, emerging unscathed from Colombian coups, insulting pontiffs and tennis duels. His magnum opus is a 1,200-page scholarly treatise, Portuguese Irregular Verbs, which, for some reason, never found a wide audience.
Its been almost 10 years since McCall Smith checked back in with the professor – or, to calculate it another way, dozens of novels, essays, short stories and childrens books.
As Unusual Uses for Olive Oil opens, von Igelfelds less-illustrious colleague, Professor Dr. Detlev-Amadeus Unterholzer, has been named a prize finalist. Von Igelfeld immediately heads to Berlin to put a stop to this undeserved accolade. (He and Unterholzer have a long history: Unterholzer married a dentist on whom von Igelfeld had vague romantic designs. Von Igelfeld was responsible for amputating three legs of Unterholzers dachshund, Walter, while impersonating a dead veterinarian. It was my least favorite McCall Smith subplot ever. Excuse me while I go hug my dog.)
During the course of the five new stories in this collection, which is as delightfully silly as the main character is pompous, von Igelfeld embarks again on romance, courtesy of the matchmaking efforts of the impressively optimistic Ophelia Prinzel, wife of the department chairman and only relatively normal guy at the institute.
An Alpine reading tour with a spot of mountain-climbing and an invitation to deliver a dinner lecture follow. The olive oil makes an appearance in the last story, as does poor Walter.
The von Igelfeld books lack the warmth of the No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency series.
But McCall Smith calls them entertainments, and – so long as canines arent involved – the stories provide that in spades.