This is a first novel, featuring a cellist, Sara Selkirk, as the central character. The setting is the English city of Bath, indeed much of it in the Roman Baths themselves. It is an intelligent book and quite a good read, though I did not find myself too engrossed by some of the characters, perhaps because I am not a middle-class English woman of a certain age. I did relate to the vignettes of school life. The one Australian in the book is a bit of a travesty, I felt.
Morag Joss is worth following up, however.
She has provided me inadvertently with a great description of another symptom of Howard’s Syndrome.
In their many exchanges of pleasantries she had picked snatches of George’s opinions on a number of subjects, from Pakistani cricket to monetary union, and she could now see the style of smiling bigotry in them all. His reasoning faculties were a set of keys with which he locked out all points of view other than his own, and he no doubt set great store by never changing his mind. And he could be a murderer.
Was he? You’ll have to read the book.
This review is very favourable, and I don’t disagree, but really badly written; I haven’t seen a running metaphor done to death like this for a very long time.