Despite the reviews, I feel that I have to support this book to some degree. Cusk is a very mannered writer and her tale of Michael and his disillusionment not only towards his marriage but also his perceptions of the idyllic country life of his friend's family can at times be a difficult one to read. The prose can be dense and, as one of the other reviewers noted, laboured. In some ways it is a mid-life crisis tale, and as the increasingly embittered Michael distances himself willingly from his wife he is also be distanced unwillingly from his youth by the passage of time. Michael is not a likeable character, but then again very few of the characters in this book are attractive at all. The misogyny present in the characterisations of most of the female characters is not at all pleasant. Michael's story is very similar to several of Anita Brookner's protagonists, whose retrospective meditations on their youth only reinforce their dissatisfaction with what they have achieved or failed to achieve as mature adults. Cusk, however, does not have Brookner's facility with words or her knack of Jamesian observation, and this is where In the Fold really falters. It might have been a interesting character study, if the writing was a little less contrived and anxious to be seen as serious literary fiction. Despite my comments, I did enjoy reading this book, as Michael and his fellow characters are some the most bitter and pathetic individuals I have ever encountered in contemporary fiction; but equally I found it a thoroughly depressing examination of 30 something angst that left me wondering just what Cusk wanted the reader to take away from this book.