This is unlike any of William Boyd's other novels, or indeed any other novels that I have read. Almost the opposite of The New Confessions, it describes only a few weeks. It presents a man, with very little reference to his past, that you must learn about from his interaction with others and his, sometimes absurd, actions. I feel like I've met Lorimer Black and I really fancy Flavia. You become submersed in his world until you're unsure of you're own identity. Less of a thriller or a comedy than an intimate, naked portrayal of a small portion of a man's life.