Poor Robert. A young painter, he's invited to the country by his new love, Lyle, a middle-aged art critic and a bit of a prig. They are off to stay with the useless John and the unappealing Marian, a rich married couple and Lyle's best friends. Their house is also where Lyle's lover Tony died, exactly one year ago, as we creepily learn. And not only was Tony Lyle's lover, he was also John's half-brother. Get off the train!, you want to yell to Robert. But by the time all the pieces are in place it's too late, and the beautifully controlled horror of the novel has begun. Tensions develop rapidly on all fronts: between the generations, between the new lovers, between the past and the present, between those with hope and those without. And just when you think that the story of this weekend is all memory and conversation, things start to happen.
What are the truths and lies we tell ourselves and others is the basis for this wonderfully written novel. The various relationships reflected between family, friends, lovers are shown in stark reality despite the lies the characters tell to hide the truth. Cameron writes his prose in a way that appears simple and unvarnished yet, beneath it is complexity and darkness.
This is not a happy story. It is filled psychological tension that ripples the surface of the characters interaction.