Bought 30 Dec 1994

I have to say that this is not my favourite Murdoch.  Like the remaining ones we have to read now, I had only read this once before. I think I recall liking The Green Knight more; I certainly hope so.  Anyway.  With its echos of an Indian novel whose title I can’t remember (it’s not Naipaul’s The Mystic Masseur, but one about a chap who sits under a tree and accidentally becomes a guru), there is a good dollop of clever irony in the book, and I like the collection of Oxford friends, and a couple of the characters, but it doesn’t engage and attract like The Book And The Brotherhood.  There is a whopping great example of one of our group’s Themes, though.  I’ll be interested to see what the others think of it.