Powell deals with the antics of pre-war society which, from what he writes, amounted to nothing less than parties and more parties. It's a satirical look at life, and it criticises the behaviour. At the same time there's a feeling for those involved.
I found it a very strange novel, but, impulsive reading. It has no plot, no centre, doesn't seem to be going anywhere. It just wanders on aimlessly. There is the endless conversation, which seems to grip everyone. But no-one really says anything, and - to cap it all - no-one is interested in what is being said. No-one is bothered in what anyone does. A classic portrayal of aimlessness!...Continua