Bill Unwin, once husband of a now dead actress and survivor himself of a recent brush with death, has two remarkable tales to tell.
One, ranging from post-war Paris and 1950s Soho to contemporary entanglements (sexual and scholary) in the groves of academe, is the account of his own life. The other, pieced together from the private notebooks of a Victorian ancestor, Matthew Pearce, is the story of a good and simple man whose happiness is destroyed by his compulsive search for the truth.
