James Lasdun’s latest novel, billed as a psychological thriller, opens in Brooklyn in the summer of 2012. Charlie and his cousin Matthew are about to leave New York to spend the season in Charlie’s mountain-top residence in the Catskills, where they are to unite with Charlie’s wife, Chloe. The relationship between Charlie and Matthew is ostensibly unequal: Charlie is a wealthy former banker who feels uneasy about the morality of his sometime profession; Matthew is comparatively poor, has drifted in and out of the food industry, is haunted by the absence of his father (who disappeared when Matthew was a boy), and is creepily enraptured by Charlie’s wife.
Yet beneath the apparent inequality lies a shared, and initially unspoken, sense of resentment: Matthew feels he was stiffed by Charlie during their schooldays in London; Charlie suspects Matthew is stealing from him and trying to bring about his ruin. When, in the midst of these anxieties, the trio gather in the Catskills for their holiday, they spend their time eating, drinking, playing tennis and — in Matthew’s case — indulging in the odd bit of snooping.
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