Tony Webster and his clique first met Adrian Finn at school. Sex-hungry and book-hungry, they would navigate the girl-less sixth form together, trading in affectations, in-jokes, rumour and wit. Maybe Adrian was a little more serious than the others, certainly more intelligent, but they all swore to stay friends for life.
Now Tony is in middle age. He’s had a career and a single marriage, a calm divorce. He’s certainly never tried to hurt anybody. Memory, though, is imperfect. It can always throw up surprises, as a lawyer’s letter is about to prove.
This is a novel that I have no strong feelings about, either way. It was okay, meaning that it was quite readable, which meant it was easy to finish. However, I did find Tony a bit annoying – arrogant and self-centered – and less than trustworthy. Which brings me to the question I had when I finished the last page – was any of this story true?