Oh dear. This one just didn't work for me.
The story is very simple. Two brothers, one wife. The handsome husband hangs with the wrong crowd and slowly kills himself with drink throughout the course of the book. The "good" brother is a social misfit, unattractive and generally misunderstood, but kind; so not too surprisingly he falls in love with his brother's wife in an effort to give her support.
A death, an inquest, a mild mystery/ twist at the end which leaves one wondering but not sufficiently invested in any of the characters to really care one way or the other.
My biggest peeve:
The WHOLE story was told second and third hand. Ugh.
Francis Brett Young, my hero, what we're you thinking?