If Archer does not come forth with a sequel, soon and satisfactory, one would not mind him being sent back in for a while to encourage him towards the process. The book is not only that good but drives one to fury ending the way it does, with an innocent victim of circumstance - and a poor bright one too, generally adored one on top of all his other excellent qualities - looking at the noose he not only did nothing to deserve but far more.
Generally I am beginning to suspect there has been at least one very high profile real story in English "society" of this nature: not only this is the second time Archer is writing about an upper strata bounder being vicious to the child he fathered and the woman who is supporting the said child, but there too is the work of Catherine Cookson with the basically similar storyline albeit very different plot and characters.
These are some of the books I read during last half a century or so, and some of the thoughts, questions, reactions and insights, emotions - and so forth -, evoked on reading them, either then or later sometime during the interim years and decades, or even thinking over now, that are summed up here while trying to record my impressions about what I read.
Serene, Reflecting
Life Recedes