Fabulously long, it needed to be to fit it all in. I’m not quite sure where to start describing this without giving it all away. If I could give it all away because I’m not quite sure I understood it all, or even if it all could be understood.

It’s the story of Nicholas Urfe, twenty something in 1952, ends up as the English master in a Greek boys school. Life on the Greek island gets all a bit odd, to put it mildly.

I did find it a trifle slow to get going, but knew enough about Fowles’ writing to know that it wasn’t going to be a straightforward story. I could probably have left it anytime in the first couple of hundred pages (of 600) but not in the last couple of hundred when I couldn’t turn the pages over fast enough.

Definitley an author I’ll be reading more of.