A Novel without a Hero
Christopher Ricks, 6 December 1979
“... novel, comes when Jamie reflects from Byron: Man’s love is of man’s life a thing apart, ’Tis woman’s whole existence. ‘He picked up the coffee-pot. By Byron’s standards, he was not a man.’ But is he even an existence? Twenty pages later, and now in that foreign country from which he had emigrated, Canada, his rage splutters into the murder ... ”