Enduring a long delay at JFK a not particularly successful writer recognises Jeff, a clearly much more successful acquaintance from his student days. Jeff invites him to join in in the first class lounge. Over beers (one non-alcoholic) Jeff starts to tell a story about the day he saved a man’s life and how he has possibly come to regret this. He says that he has never told the story before but wishes to finally tell someone. He then, over many beers, tells his long discursive story of how he saved a man from drowning and then insinuates his way into the man’s life. He maintains that he doesn’t know why he behaved the way he did and perhaps it is left up to the reader to decide whether it was disingenuousness or calculation. At times I was simultaneously feeling bored and yet compelled to read on. Jeff is using the author almost like a priest and there is the indication that after he has finished his confession he leaves feeling unburdened. The motives of all of the characters are opaque and they are living lives possibly as false as the way they deal with ‘Art’. I find, that in my mind that Jeff is ‘exposed’ with the last paragraph but who knows if I have drawn the right conclusion. I still don’t know if I enjoyed it, but it was certainly intriguing