Have you ever read a random book left in a waiting room or on a park bench, etc., and did you like it?
I found a copy of The End of the Affair by Graham Greene on the table of the vacation condo in Kauai. Usually guests would have left behind supermarket/pocket paperbacks behind to be shelved on the bookcase. I wondered if the Greene novel was forgotten by previous occupants of the unit. It was a welcoming deviation to the books I brought, which were LGBT fiction and history. I remembered finishing it all in one sitting at the beach. The tension that pervades the novel revokes from the interplay of doubt and faith, and Greene’s underlying message that human love and passion are inadequate for relieving suffering. The fear, insecurity, and jealousy that Bendrix uses to justify his love, which is nothing compared to what expansiveness of a love he is shown, in the end leaves him a man of unconsoled agony. This book is again fiction and literature at the best in telling a story about the irony of love.