the philosopher’s pupil

I am the narrator: a discreet and self-effacing narrator. This book is not about me. I knew, though not in most cases at all well, a number of the dramatis personae and I lived (and live) in the town where the events hereinafter recounted took place. For purposes of convenience, for instance so that my ‘characters’ may be able (very occasionally) to refer to me or address me, I shall call myself ‘N’.

July 2, 2018 by vel veeter Leave a Comment

I tend to really like Iris Murdoch novels, and though I sometimes worry about how similar several of her novels are to one another, I still move forward. The set up of this novel immediately began to prickle that sense of familiarity. There’s a youngish set of potential ingenue type characters and there’s an older and revered master of some kind of field and there’s bound to be cris-crossing love triangles and or quadrangles. So going in, I figured, well this one will be similar […]

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