I certainly had my reservations about this book. I really couldn't get into any of the characters, especially the narrator, who is writing his memoirs...the retired super-thesp Charles Arrowby. He comes across as so extremely pompous, self-important and condescending to all around him that I really found it almost unbearable to read. Great credit to Iris Murdoch but I found him so intensely unlikeable that part of me didn't really care about what happened to him at the end. Then along came a host of completely mental women who were all obsessed with him (and I really couldn't understand why).
I would be really interested to know anyone who enjoyed this book - perhaps I missed something...I would love to know!