Philip Callow - another acquired taste. This is about a man who tries to hide himself away after the death of his wife. No doubt about it it's depressing, it's about depression after all. But it's good and fine too, unflinching, a bit brutal, searching. He should be better known.
(2001 notebook: everything suffused with melancholy - his walks, his shopping trips, the dripping woods and owls hooting. His cups of tea. Cheltenham and Stroud background, the hills in between in which he tramps. A strong pull to it, even if there's something thin about the characters).