The awkwardness of love in middle age: You Are Here, by David Nicholls, reviewed

Zip up Heathcliff in Gore-Tex, give Cathy laugh-out-loud lines, fold in the poignancy of E.M. Forster, embed quaint maps, blisters, a dash of existential terror and heaps of heartache and you have David Nicholls’s latest novel.

If Nicholls’s One Day (recently adapted for Netflix) is a bildungsroman, then You Are Here explores learning to love again later on in life. In One Day we had Emma and Dexter, and here we have Marnie and Michael. Michael is a 42-year-old geography teacher living in York, and Marnie is a 38-year-old proofreader from London. Both have endured the casual cruelty of broken marriages and have withdrawn into themselves to avoid future hurt. Nicholls captures the vertiginous fear of being left behind in the love game – ‘year by year, friends were lost to marriage and parenthood with partners [Marnie] didn’t care for or who didn’t care for her’ – and the awkwardness of love in middle-age: ‘[Michael was] tongue-tied, a teenager without the alibi of youth.