By Michael Frayn
An not likely con guy wagers spouse, wealth, and sanity in pursuit of an elusive previous Master.
Invited to dinner through the boorish neighborhood landowner, Martin Clay, an simply distracted thinker, and his art-historian spouse are requested to evaluate 3 dusty work blockading the draught from the chimney. yet hiding underneath the soot is not anything less-Martin believes-than a misplaced paintings through Bruegel. So starts off a hilarious path of lies and concealments, determined schemes and hovering hopes as Martin, making a bet all that he owns and masses that he does not, embarks on a quest to end up his droop, win his spouse over, and separate the portray from its proprietor.
In Headlong, Michael Frayn, "the grasp of what's heavily humorous" (Anthony Burgess), bargains a procession of fantastically learned characters, from the rustic squire long gone to seed to his giddy, oversexed younger spouse. All are careworn by way of human litter and human cravings; all are looking for an ethical compass as they grapple with greed, folly, and hope. And on the center of the clamor is Breugel's imaginative and prescient, its darkish tones caution of the genuine hazards of temptation and obsession.
With this new novel, Michael Frayn has given us leisure of the top order. Supremely clever and wickedly humorous, Headlong elevates Frayn into front rank of latest novelists.