Arriving at boarding school with the wrong shoes and a teddy bear in his suitcase, the hero of Elizabeth Day’s fourth novel is the latest in a long literary line of suburban lost boys sucked into the intoxicating orbit of a wealthy friend. F. Scott Fitzgerald, Evelyn Waugh, Patricia Highsmith, Ian McEwan, Alan Hollinghurst and Gillian Flynn have all done it before and we know the story never ends well. Day drops references to them all into her book, like olives into an increasingly dirty martini.
We know from the outset that a crime has been committed. We first meet Martin Gilmour in a police interview room, the day after his friend Ben Fitzmaurice’s 40th birthday party in the summer of 2012. As the detectives ask for the story of Martin and Ben’s friendship, we wonder: are they Nick Carraway and Jay Gatsby, or Tom Ripley and Dickie Greenleaf?
Martin’s own account finds him swinging between the roles.
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