The author described a character from this book, Ginny Salperton, whilst they were reading Mansfield Park, as being both trapped and bored by the book. I know how she felt. This book was awful. Truly depressing.
I had been made aware that this was a reissue, as the original book was out of print, perhaps, and I very much wish, that it should have remained that way, for it would have saved me several days worth of melancholy and misery, reading about the spoilt, self centered, tiresomely routine, middle class lives of a group of people, that were so boring and had so little to do, that they played out a 'game' that they used to enact as children, or at least, the main protagonist, Peter Redburn did and everything else just tediously fell in and around this one premise. A role play game they called 'Emor' (Rome backwards). A scenario that was so preposterous, I'll admit, I almost immediately began to switch off and with an exasperated sigh and a roll of my eyes, I prepared myself for a snoozefest of middle class angst that I had no earthly chance of empathizing with. To no degree could I sympathise with someone whom was troubled by the outcome of a childhood game, Jesus wept! I have trouble remembering the names of family members, (if I'm addressing one of my granddaughters, I go through the whole gamut of family names before I eventually hit on the right one, haha) let alone what happened in bloody games I used to play as a child!
There was a thriller quietly hidden in the background of this absurd tale, but it was so drowned out by the ludicrous middle class nonsense, that you would hardly notice it was there at all.
Even the ONE interesting character, from the ONE interesting sidebar story line, a gay rocker called Frank Timball whom had been embroiled in the fights between Mods and Rockers that summer, and although he was a good few years older than the rest of the children, he still managed to get himself wrapped up into the game of Emor, but that was only because he fancied the brother of the afore mentioned Ginny Salperton, James Salperton. And that, ladies and gentlemen, was basically the entire crux of this book, that literally everyone wanted to get into everyone else's pants! Right down to the final big reveal motive for the book's surreptitious murders. Someone wanting to shag someone else.
The timeline was also all over the shop. It jumped back and forth continuously from subchapter to subchapter, from the book's present day, to the sixties and seventies completely willy-nilly, with absolutely no hint it was in another era till you were actually upon and in it. This rendered the book highly confusing and just added to the already depressing state of affairs that surrounded this utter mess of a story.
This book could've been called, 'How to Get Away With Murder’, well, the author, Andrew Taylor certainly did! Or alternatively it could have been called, 'How to Write A Bloody God Awful Book!' A complete and utter waste of paper. Booooo!!!