Based on his sex previous novels, my judgement would be that Graham Swift is the greatest English novelist of his time. Faced with The Light of Day, however, I cannot help feeling that something has gone wrong. I find myself continually wanting to edit the text. While some phrasings are, as is usual with Swift, minor miracles of language, others are criminally flat. Granted, Swift is giving voice to a man whose field has never been eloquence, and so the awkwardness of the narrator's language is in accordance with the dictates of realism. However, this awkwardness sits uneasily with George Webb's poetic abilities elsewhere. The result is that the novel seems to me aesthetically skewed. A related problem with the novel is that we only get to hear George's voice, his version of events, and to me his side of the story seems to be the least interesting one. If Swift had adopted the polyphonic narration of Last Orders, letting us hear the perspectives of Sarah, her dead husband, his mistress, and perhaps George's daughter, the novel would have been both more immediately gripping and more thematically rewarding. Having said this, I do agree that once I finished the novel I wanted to start over. Perhaps what I have identified as problems with this novel are only parts of a subtlety that pays off with repeated readings. Swift still has that remarkable skill.