Love Is Blind, by William Boyd
William Boyd is one of those writers that I return to with enthusiasm from time to time, and who rarely disappoints. I have happy memories of Brazzavile Beach (1990), Any Human Heart (2002) and Sweet Caress (2015), to name but three from his back catalogue of 14 novels.
The title of his latest, Love Is Blind, has a reassuring Boydian ring about it, implying as it does that love causes us to blunder about in the dark, uncertain of where we are going or how we will end up. Which is very much the case for Brodie Moncur, his latest protagonist.
