This is the novel that gave the world the name of the writer Iris Murdoch. But it isn`t the novel that gave the name of Iris Murdoch to me. Having already read "The black prince" and "A severed head" I had my restrains before even opening this book. Having really enjoyed the one about the prince, I didn`t have an exceptionally great time whilst reading the one about the head. Don`t really remember why, but it had its problems. In this book you get a slightly similar story to the one about the head with the noticable difference that this book is rather shy. Yes, a love quadriangle exists in this book between the main hero, a woman named Anne, her sister and a German dude named Hugo. But in this novel you won`t encounter a single sex scene between any of those four characters (as a matter of fact, there won`t be even a slightest sign of a relationship in the bonds of one sex, unlike what Murdoch wrote in the "head" book). The hero is an unsuccessful writer/translator who goes around acting strange after his girlfriend has kicked him out (which also resembles the severed head in some aspects). What`s weird is the world the heroes live in. It`s strange and untrivial.