This early masterpiece has many features that have characterised much of Francis King's prolific and far-ranging writing from the 1950s to the early 21st century: the unflinching dissection of people's motives; the multifarious configurations of desire, love and sexuality; an assured portrayal of contrasting cultural and social worlds and periods; and a deeply felt yet sparingly sentimental depiction of courage in the face of ageing, ill-health, and mortality.
Quite apart from being an excellent read in terms of character and plot, the novel gives a thoroughly convincing glimpse into the diverse worlds of the family of a mid-ranking British administrator in pre-World War II India, and their return to the harsh realities of pre-war and wartime London on his untimely death. His widow rises to these challenges with a poignant bravery that she is at pains to conceal from her children as they embark on their difficult early adulthood in the blitz and bleak postwar London.
Despite the novel's distance from our own time and world, anyone who has watched a mother come to terms with the loss of her husband and then put all her efforts (welcome or unwelcome!) into raising her children, should be deeply moved to sympathy and admiration by this book.