I was planning to give this book five stars, and write a longer review, until I got to the last chapter, and then I dropped it to four stars.
Clement Winter, a middle-aged psychoanalyst and academic at Oxford University, whose wife Sheila is a successful fantasy novelist, learns of the death of his older brother Joseph, and is faced with the task of dealing with his brother's papers. Because of the age difference they weren't close, and his brother has also spent much of his life travelling in Asia, and was a historian specialising in East Asia.
Joseph Winter had fought in Burma in World War II, and had taken part in the post-war occupation of Sumatra, where he had an affair with a married woman. He left descriptions of these parts of his life. These descriptions seem quite authentic, and in reading the book it is sometimes hard to tell whether one is reading a real or a fictional biography. The characters and situations come to life.
Joseph also wrote the story of his unhappy childhood, and why he had for so long thought that his mother did not love him, and his brother Clement reads and interprets this with a psychoanalytic eye, and in the last chapter Joseph's character seems to get lost in a lot of abstract psychoanalysis.