This is a sweet sad book of misunderstandings and missed chances. It feels nicely simple but there's a lot packed in it - the long and winding love story between Cyril and Connie, Cyril's friendship with Gilbert which leads you to wonder who has really 'failed', Cyril's art and its relationship to his family, and indeed that family and the strange way in which he is doomed always to be the outsider. Cyril was born in Canada after his parents and brother had endured terrible things before immigrating and they cannot forgive him for this. He is also blamed unreasonably for a death... and yet you could see how that might happen.
The book produces some wonderful images - the house by the cemetery, the art classes.