I really enjoyed it, although sometimes it was a bit more like a social commentary than a novel. You felt he had really lived through these times and social groups. I felt quite autobiographical. He had a lot of detail about clothes, food, buildings, rooms, furniture, carpets, paintings that you believed he had really experienced it all. I thought parts were quite witty:’He bit into his digestive. Mrs Snow was not a risk taker, with biscuits or anything else’.
I like the way it was telling two stories at the same time, or rather the same story in the past and present! I felt quite sorry for the narrator as he always seemed to be a bit on the outside and lonely, and still so at the end.