“After killing the red-haired man, I took myself off to Quinn’s for an oyster supper”. So begins Michael Cox’s The Meaning of Night. The story is the confession of Edward Glyver, a scholarly and highly intelligent man who believes there is something greater for him. When he discovers that he is the lost heir to a great house, he sets out to prove his claim. He is thwarted in love and destiny by his nemesis Phoebus Daunt. Read the confession and judge Edward and Phoebus for yourself.
I absolutely adored this book! Cox writes a compelling narrative; the plot is intricate, and the setting is well-described. I also loved the concept and writing style. The narrative voice is perfect–Edward is both sympathetic, yet also somewhat unreliable. This question of reliability really heightens the tension of the book, not that it needs it. I devoured it, and I highly recommend it.