Mostly disappointed. The sense of sharp melancholy and bitter humor that infected The Pursuit of Love and Love In A Cold ClimatDon't Tell Alfred. The first two, written 15 plus years before, were fierce, biting almost comedies of manners, hilarious and humorous then unexpectedly lachrymose. Don't Tell Alfred has a definitely feel of farce, much more episodic. The setting (France in the 1960s,) seems more specific than the settings of the first two (English society in the early part of the 20th century) and even though both are written as contemporary pieces, the "Loves" have weathered the tests of literary time much better than "Alfred." It was fun seeing some of the characters from the first two, and hearing about others. But I just couldn't shake the feeling that Don't Tell Alfred was like dripping drops of various colors into a whirlpool; taken separately, each drop was beautiful, but mixed up together, pretty dull at the end.