What is real and what is fiction? Faced with writer's block with his novel, Lewis Fielding turns to a film script about a woman finding herself after his wife Elizabeth returns from Baden Baden. She didn't quite find herself there but had a brief encounter in a lift with a German who says he is a poet. Now the German is in England, gets himself invited to tea where he claims he admires Fielding's books. Which one does he like the best? "Tom Jones." Amused at being confused with the other Fielding, the novelist works the German into the plot.
Thomas Wiseman was the film critic of the Sunday Express. Before that he wrote the entertainment personalities page in the Evening Standard for eight years, during which he made many trips to Hollywood and European Studios to interview stars, producers and directors in the cinematograph industry (the feature was syndicated internationally from the Sunday Morning Herald to the Nairobi Sunday Post.) He was also a playright.
The author certainly has great writing skills. He also has a knack for subtly shifting from one speaker to another. So the book is nice to read, in that sense. In the end, howver, it proves too much, and it becomes painful, almots incomprehensible. The overwhelming sexed atmoshere is overbearing. There must be other ways to convey a story of a bickering couple. The writing talent is wasted on me.
Al principio me enganchó bastante la trama e incluso pude rescatar varias frases que daban a reflexión, pero luego al final ya era demasiado reiterativo y me pareció que tenía mucho relleno.