"Yet each man kills the thing he loves..." wrote Oscar Wilde, I might add, '...or else it kills him first.'
Felix Quinn (the novel's central character) chooses (or is chosen by?) jealousy, as his lethal weapon. The novel carries us along, as voyeur bordering on co-conspirator, as Felix plots to bring about the very condition he most fears, i.e. his wife lying in the arms of a lover. Why should he be so daft, you might ask? Because it is the only means he knows to experience the intense pain of love that surpasses all others in his experience. Far from opposites, love and hate constitute a double helix spiral, each dependent upon, and dependable for, the other. Wind yourself around this novel, or let it wind itself around you. It's quite a journey.