This latest novel from Ondaatje is broken into two sections. The first tells of teenagers Rachel and Nathaniel who are deserted by their parents in 1945 London and put in the care of an odd man, known as The Moth. In the second section, Nathaniel tries to piece together what happened 12 years earlier. The novel’s premise is interesting and there’s—no surprise—some beautiful writing. But whatever I liked in the first section was tarnished in the second, by Nathaniel’s conjecture to sort out his bizarre adolescence and unforgettable first love.
Gwenamon says: It greatly lacks the calibre of The English Patient