I read this as part of a book group and I think, of my group, I was the one who enjoyed it the most. I was quite happy to read about the currents and undercurrents of movement and emotion in a park outdoor cafe, watching the sparrows. I was happy to read about two tipsy elderly friends enjoying lunch with their younger literary agent, or a fight over whose car reversed on a narrow Hampstead back street.
These are the musings of someone who is a little detached, who is watching people reflect on their lives. Even Julie, giving birth in a squalid hut with a dog, leaving the newborn in a telephone kiosk, is reflective. She is making a hard decision which she explains that to herself at the end - she does not tell anyone else.
In 'The Real Thing', a divorced couple bring their new partners to stay for the weekend away in the country at the cottage they still both share - and things fall apart. Who is really married to who?
"`I've missed out,' she said. `That's what I've learned from you. I've missed out on the best relationship of them all. I don't have a best friend - the ex-husband, the ex-wife.' Her laugh was a squeal of misery."
The drama there is in real time. But mostly, these stories look back, picking out the detail in retrospect. They are detailed dissections of life, taken from observation, rather than page turning suspense.