UNDER THE MAGIC MOUNTAIN has the unique literary structure of a book within a book. The central characters, Jefferson Thwaite and Jean Varry, husband/wife American writers working on British TV in London, have come to Spain on an assignment and have discovered the wonders of Andalucia. By the merest fluke of circumstance they buy a rack-going-to-ruin finca in the hills of Andalucia, from a hard-of-hearing British comic named Dykes who, it was reported (and Jeff never doubted it once inside) had sketched its design on the inside of an empty cigarette packet over a plate of fried calamaré one drunken lunch at Puerto José Banus, facing the Mediterranean Sea.
Written in the form of a novel into which between Jeff and Jean's personal adventures, are woven their twelve short stories––inspired either by their rustic Spanish village, or the party-going foreign colony that illuminates the Costa Del Sol. Their stories are heavy on light humor and moments of mystery. Under The Magic Mountain is book one can enjoy a chapter at a time.

Some things are truer than others, and that is the way of fiction.
Some things live only in the world of imagination, and that is the way of truth.