
At the beginning there is an "Author's Note" about the letters in the text from the Prime Minister H H Asquith are actually authentic. What it didn't say was that they take up so much of this book, and that they were all written to the much, much younger posh Venetia Stanley. Cringe worthy is an understatement. The story is therefore constructed around these letters, how amateurish is that. Further more, many of the details of the lead up to and the early part of World War 1 that involve the Prime Minister are also public record. This seems to me a lazy way to construct a novel.
There is stuff about the conflict in Ireland, and the events in Europe that dragged us into war. I should have read a history book instead. We do, however, come across Detective Sergeant Paul Deemer, pulled in by the head of Special Branch to discover the affair. Did she really keep all of Prime's 560 letters in a hat box? Deemer's investigations are, perhaps, the best part of the book.
I might have enjoyed the book more if it had stuck to the political stuff, especially the conflict between the PM, members of his cabinet and those at the top of the armed forces. Their opposing views on how to run the conflict and the resulting war of attrition that obviously cost lives. The book ends suddenly in 1915 so we only hear about the disaster of the early years. Did the PM and or author run out of letters?
The longer the book goes on the more we hear about how badly the war was going, alongside the deterioration in the central relationship. Why does Venetia just ditch him and put him out of his pathetic misery? She is equally to blame, playing him as a fool. Only Margot, the PM's wife comes out well. As befits such an awful novel, the ending is not. Not an ending! Did Harris just get fed up or just ran out of letters.

The story is all about Justine, one of an extended family of Pecks. Nearly all of whom are living in, you've guessed it, Baltimore. But not Justine. Her childhood is in Philadelphia with just occasional visits to see the family: four imposing mansions sit together with uncles, aunts, cousins and a great grandmother who presides over it all. But when Justine's father Sam Mayhew goes off to the war, Justine and her mother stay in Baltimore.
There is quite a detailed history of the Peck clan. This includes one Caleb, a strange young man, no wife despite all the girls who liked him. "he toured the taverns, or went some place else, no one knew where". We have to guess. Could it be something to do with the sudden departure of Mary Rose (married to Caleb's brother Daniel) never to return. Her six children are forbidden to see her. In 1912, Caleb disappears.
Living in the family home is Duncan, and his relationship with cousin Justine is the main thread of the story. Duncan is the ultimate butterfly. Ditching university he takes himself off. But it's only a year later in 1953 that Duncan and Justine get married, a bombshell for the family. But Duncan can never settle, and he takes Justine (and now baby Meg) around the country on various whims. Always on one project or another. Justine and her grandfather tag along. But it's she who joins the now elderly Grandfather Peck on his search for his brother Caleb. A mission that becomes an obsession over the years.
I have to say, as a great fan of Anne Tyler's books, that this is not her best. One of her early novels from 1975, it would have been much better if at times it had not rambled on and on. I'm sure if she wrote the same story today, it would have been far more interesting. I'm looking forward to reading her latest novel "Three days in June".

Gabriel Dax is in the Congo in 1960, but what is a youngish travel writer doing interviewing the Prime Minister. His recording of The Lumumba Tapes form a backdrop to not only what comes next, but rear their ugly heads towards the end. He meets a woman on the plane home, one Faith Green (if that is her real name) who turns out to be MI6. Somehow Gabriel lets himself be employed to help in a straightforward mission on his travels. All so straightforward until a package he was asked to post in the UK looks suspicious.
He just wants to get on with the new book he is writing, but unbelievably he agrees to another trip to Cadiz, all seemingly straight forward, but is he just infatuated with Faith? His meeting with one Blanco reveals he may be in the middle of a spy thriller. However, his usefulness may be over and just over halfway it seems the story is over. Faith has told him go home and goodbye. But of course it's not all over as one big twist follows another, all very enjoyable. Even if towards the end another mission seems to be far more dangerous.
I liked how the author transforms an innocent young traveler into a person he himself does not recognise. Being a travel writer has it's own particular attractions to the security service. This is William Boyd on top form, the writing is spare but very readable. There are only a couple of his eighteen novels that I haven't read, and he seems to just get better and better. I might have a look at those I have missed.