"Jack Prentis Stone cannot believe his luck as he poses naked in the college bedroom of the girl he has long admired from afar. From the moment Anne-Marie sets up her brushes and easel, their lives become deeply and deliriously entangled." "But whatever Jack imagined of their future together, it was certainly not this: Three years after their wedding, he sits in a police interview room in France being asked whether he loves his wife. This question, and the spiral of deception, violence, and devotion that lead to it, force Jack to unravel the story of his marriage." The story Jack relates to the French policeman into whose hands he is delivered is part love story, part murder mystery.
I'd tried to start this over a year ago and just couldn't get past the first few pages... And last night I read it in one sitting. I don't know what'd changed, whether it was just my concentration, but what I'd previously found dull and slow had become compelling and entrancing. The relationship between Jack and Anne-Marie was a pleasure to witness, its ups and its downs. I found their life together a very realistic portrayal of love and its hardships. Some of the police scenes were fairly clichéd, and perhaps Manlow intended this, but if that is the case he should've made it more apparent. If not, then he could've done with consulting more police officers as well as physicists.
At first I didn't think I was going to like this novel as I was confused since it is written by a British author. Once I got into the story I could not put it down.
I think the novel could have been done with out science and mathamatics. (My two worst subjects in my schooling) However that was the main characters obsession and profession.
Lame unsurprising climax, otherwise it was very well written. The book was unbelievably British which can be a good thing. But a weak ending wrecked this for me. Only thing I liked about it was that the girl was French and an artist.