Rose Tremain is a terrific writer. From the first page the reader is offered a deeply personal vantage point into the mind and thoughts of Sir Robert Merival, a rather effusive character who is, largely according to himself, living his best life under the favour of the King. He makes little effort to hide his desires, even when perverse, and demonatrates very little self-awareness. He bares his warts to all who care to look and listen.  

It was immensely satisfying to witness the 'restoration' of such a man who seemed, largely unknowingly at first, lost inside the excesses of his life and existence, with little idea of what the future could or should hold. The gradual separation of Merival and Sir Robert; the troubles he faces in attempting to escape the trappings and draws of his former life; his relationships with Will and Pearce and Rosie and Katherine (and, of course, the King); all are masterfully done. Metaphors are subtly but effectively deployed; I loved reflecting on the significance of the Indian Nightingale and West Tower throughout.

Beautifully set in 1660s Britain, the narrative drifts effortlessly from the home comforts of Bidnold to the glamour of London and poverty of Whittlesea, as well as everywhere else in between. If you love historical fiction and are drawn to stories of redemption, with plenty of masterful prose along the way, this one is for you.