The comment polar75 I think is a complete nonsense. This first novel by Helen Simonson is indeed anything but a thriller.
He regrets the "endless" descriptions and too slow. This criticism of the slow pace and depth in literature
is a distressing trend, influenced by the "pervasiveness of thriller film and crime fiction in English literature.
To believe such criticism, Kurosawa would be too long, too Mizoguchi dreamlike, Wuthering Heights too talkative
Tabucchi and too thoughtful.
Take exception to this dictate of efficiency vacuum literature of its substance and subjected to pervasive gender, what is
called the "suspense" in the sixties.
Simonson is a real author, it has a language creates an atmosphere, it has a lot of humor (relations
the Major Pettigrew and his son bling, the role of money (old money against new money), how Ms. Ali leaves
seduce while refusing to yield while hiding the secret link and form of protection to which compels the middle, etc.
all this is subtle and deserves the success that this book has already met.