Oh, my dear, old, problematic Graham. So good, and yet so bad. This time, in a dramatic shift from his usual, troubled reflections on humanity and colonialism, he tells the unlike adventures of Aunt Augusta, with an insatiable appetite for men and a wacky moral compass, and Mr Pulling, her nephew, a retired banker with a passion for dahlias. These two characters, and Graham's witty writing, saved the book. Mostly.