An intriguing tale in which Waldo finds himself towards the end of his time, but is not ready to give up on life as he has made it. His younger wife, Zee, seems to be looking to her own future without him: is it possessiveness or protectiveness that motivates him in intervening in her plans? I'm not sure why - it's a long time since I read it - but I felt there was something of Lolita in this book, although without its age issues. It makes the reader think about issues around identity and what matters in life. Is Waldo reduced to being just a dirty old man, returned to a second childhood? What of his legacy to the world of film? Has he been a voyeur in every aspect of his life? He is not very likeable, but it is easy to feel some sympathy towards him. Plenty to think about.
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