The reviewer who considered this 'a waste of a prodigious talent' does seem out of sorts. I wholly agree that Johnson's is a prodigious talent, and I heartily wish she were better known. I see nothing at all wrong with the slightly lighter approach in this novel: there's nothing that says novelists have to be serrious all the time, as if Johnson's two previous French/American novels were exactly that. This is not chick-lit, but a tongue-in-cheek, perfectly observed comedy of errors. To call her characters 'stereotypes' does little justice to the rounded and detailed nature of many of them. Amy, the central American character, is far from stereotypical, and possesses many delightful unusual thougts and feelings. It is, after all, Johnson's great skill in these three books that she develops the contrasts between the Americans and the French so well, and a certain amount of national characterization has to be present in order to achieve that. If her Americans seemed like anything but Americans, or her French anything but French, it would undermine her grand project of saying witty and often wise things about both nationalities. In the present case, her perception of English mores and habits is acute and well observed. Her prose style is somewhat freer here than in, say, Le Divorce (which is not to say there was anything wrong with the sheer elegance of diction in the latter), and that may, perhaps, suggest greater lightness than is really there. The plot lines, the interweaving of characters, even the introduction of characters from previous novels are all, as ever, clever and adroitly handled. If you enjoyed either Le Divorce or L'Affaire, you will love this, yet another tour de force from a writer who has rapidly become one of my own favourites. A novelist myself, I wish I could write half as well as she does. She's a treasure in a world of badly-written, tawdry, intellectually deficient pot-boilers. I remain impatient for the next.