I caught up with a friend a few weeks ago when I had just started this book and he said he had given up on the film and drifted off to sleep as he had completely lost track of what was going on and in the end couldn’t care either way anyway. That was exactly the experience I was having with the book and had thought it was just me. But then, all of a sudden, at about the middle of this one (I imagine just as George was dozing off in the film), the pieces of the jigsaw start dropping into place and it all starts making sense. This still isn’t my favourite of his novels (I think maybe The Constant Gardner, Mission Song or Absolute Friends would have to fight it out for that honour – I envisage a three way arm-wrestle), but this was good enough to keep me interested, even though I knew, more or less, how it was going to turn out from about as soon as it started making sense. This is less of a mystery and more of a psychological drama, so knowing who did it doesn’t really matter too much. Not that I’m going to tell you, like. You need to keep your wits about you with this one - and no dozing.