Here's a novel that doesn't get to the point until it's ready to, with a satisfying payoff for the patient reader. It's a confessional: A man who, on the surface, cares little for commitment. He strikes the reader initially as the shallowest of libertines. But gradually, Binding draws us closer to the center of his story -- the tragedy that existed behind the quiet walls of his childhood home and the seething restlessness of the ordinary working-folk who were his neighbors. The second half of the novel gels, picks up speed, and the reader forgets all the apparent blind alleys and red herrings of the first chapters. The flashbacks are relentless, but skillfully employed.Truthfully, this was probably meant to be several novels, or perhaps several short stories ... but they work together to paint a vivid portrait of English life in the post-war decades, up to the present time.