I had the privilege of learning the title of this book from Ruth Rendell herself when I met her in November 2009, shortly after she finished it and months before her publisher officially announced it. Two days short of nine months later it's in my hands, one of the first copies to be received in the U.S. from England (love those pre-order prices at Book Depository, and no shipping charges, even on Transatlantic purchases!)
Fifty pages in, I can tell you that's it's the typical Rendellian mixture that her readers have come to expect and to love, obsessive-compulsives and eccentrics such as a woman who is bent on drinking herself to death, a high-maintenance mistress, a former Hippie, a porter/maintenance man with a secret vice, and a young man who can't pass a mirror without admiring himself, to mention just a few. And when reality isn't enough for some of these characters, they begin to create their own (as does the lonely widower who makes up lives for neighbors he doesn't really know, such as the mysterious people going in and out of the house next door to his own, one of whom is a young Asian woman to whom he's given the name "Tigerlily"). It's a recipe for disaster, of course, and Rendell is the mistress of such concoctions!
8/11: Finished it - Yes, it's a page-turner, but, regrettably, I have to say that this one promises a bit more than it actually delivers. Engrossing, yes, but not completely satisfying in its resolution, which is really rather abrupt - although there's a murder, ultimately its motive is obscure. Various characters pop in and out without having much to do with anything that's going on. But even three--star Rendell is superior to just about everyone else!