A friend gave me this book, which I would likely have chosen. It was excellent—such an interesting part of history with the British Raj orphans. Lovely.
This could have been a pretty standard novel about a man in his 80s reflecting upon the life he's lived during the 20th century, except for the careful craft of Gardam. Old Filth's story ping pongs around the past and present, hitting on small moments that make the man. Not till the end does the full picture come together. Confusing at times but eventually I just trusted all would be revealed, and it was. A deftly-written character study.