Driving in the Dark

Good in places. Hit the ground running, with the main character Desmond's possessions all over the front garden of his (former) home. Moggach explores separation from the male perspective - always going to be guesswork coming from a female author, but it felt genuine enough.

Some sections I found rather hard going, as Desmond embarked on a journey to find his estranged partner and son. A lot of navel gazing along the way. The ending was worth the trip though, and though this is not Deborah Moggach's best, it's not her worst either. I liked the way she summed up the simplicity of male friendships: 'There they were in the depot, horsing around. "Wotcha" they'd say, and I'd say "wotcha" back.' A generalisation perhaps but it sounds OK to me.

Give this one a chance. It gets better as it goes on, and even if you end up disagreeing with me, it's short.