When reading the Master and Commander series, especially when Maturin and Aubrey huddle for late-night conversation in the captain's quarters, the astute reader soon realizes that author Patrick O'Brian is up to a lot more than merely spinning a few sea yarns. Yes, indeed, he is a "serious" writer. And I mean that in the best way possible. This work, written nearly 20 years before the start of that series, and standing as O'Brian's first novel after a 14-year break caused mostly by the second world war, is something close to a masterpiece.
The novel has nothing to do with the naval life. It is set in a remote Welsh valley, where a retired Oxford don goes to spend his remaining days in peace and solitude. There he falls in (platonic) love with a married woman. Eventually, things fall apart. This is a story as old as the hills, so what makes the book so good? The interweaving of the three title testimonies. The languid pace. The extremely specific, lived-in detail of what it's like to live and work on a sheep farm. The reflections on God, love, perception, and language. This book was a true delight.