Such a very strange book. Have read it before, misremembered some of the plot details, this time around was struck by the almost documentary style of story telling, taking the reader through most of the twentieth century in a low key, edited highlights sort of way. The two world wars and the Bloomsbury set figure large, the other seventy odd years not so much. In these days of gender fluidity this novel gives an interesting perspective on not only how things used to be but also an insight into the extraordinary lives of early twentieth century artists and writers. A variety of gender issues are woven into the plot in a very matter of fact way which makes me inclined to rush to historical non-fiction sources for further enlightenment. Is that really how it was? Absorbing but distinctly odd.