Tremain in many ways, though a valued writer, is seriously under-rated. She is capable of writing many different books; definitely no one-trick pony. When I started this book I was initially a little wary, the start seemed a little orotund, but fairly quickly I realised this was the 'style' of the first French set section; the writing was rather pictorial, a bit 'Jean de Floret'. The first English section was more cerebral (set in Oxford academia); once again she seems to fit style to subject. The book is an expression of the many varieties of love - for the land, friendship, parental, sexual, for creativity. She has such a light, sure touch, and passages - such as one long sustained section in the third part about 'connectivity' and especially the final section, looking at change and loss, are wonderful.
And she can be both humorous and break your heart, sometimes on the turn of a phrase. Fine, fine writer.