There are similar elements in this novel to Margaret Atwood's The Blind Assassin. Not the plot, not at all, for Atwood's is much more compelling, but in the characterisation.
In both novels, the central character is a woman of the 1930s generation, grown old and reflecting on her life, but Brookner focusses entirely on the minutiae of daily life to show the wasted lives of women. Fay Langdon is a lower middle-class woman of very little ambition and no initiative whatsoever. Her horizons are bounded entirely by having a man in her life, to define her. She doesn't even like them very much, and they all seem to be a disappointment in one way or another. Her husband may have been fleecing his firm, and when she has an affair with her friend's husband, he keeps telling her about his affection for his wife. Her last attempt is with Dr Carter, an utterly selfish man who fancies himself as an eligible male and uses women for companionship and sex, as long as they make no demands. None of these men offer any emotional support or genuine affection.
And then there's Julie, a truly horrible woman, who exerts a bizarre magnetism. She makes a career of ordering her hapless friends about, insulting them as intellectual and social inferiors, while manipulating them into meeting her needs with a convincing display of helplessness about everyday things.
All this is very interesting, and beautifully written with wry insight from Fay, the narrator, but I tired of it in the last few pages and felt like giving Fay a good *shake*! She was just like Iris in The Blind Assassin, letting her life go to waste out of sheer inertia and an over-dependence on men.