In Oxford in the early days of WW2, a young man, David Sparsholt, arrives at university and sets the cat amongst the pigeon with his extreme good looks. Other romantic young men fall in love with him,
but he is affianced to a girl from home. Alan Hollinghurst’s The Sparsholt Affair is not the Oxford of Evelyn Waugh, with funny, fatuous young scholars and stupid young men, it’s more the Oxford of Anthony Powell—still amusing but with a serious interest in the world of art and literature...albeit with a dose of romance. In fact, Art runs through the novel like a bright thread, pulling all the characters together, and providing some of the most vivid passages of description and settings. In the next part of the novel (it is written in five parts) David Sparsholt is married and has a young son Jonathan. Perhaps not as sharp as his father, but far more endearing, the focus of the novel shifts onto Jonathan, and we follow him as he establishes himself as an artist. Somewhere in between the novel’s episodes, his father has fallen into public disgrace (the eponymous affair), and its echoes keep reverberating throughout the book—getting less significant as time rolls on. Jonathan is not an Everyman, but his life’s path is so representative of many that it rings true. Not wanting to give anything away, but it is worth reading the whole book just to get the part when Jonathan, now a portrait painter, paints the portrait of a fairly recognisable and excruciating celebrity family. There are other memorable moments—Meissen cups play a small but hilarious part in the narrative, and wonderful scenes at an auction, a wake, and a dance party are so vivid that it’s more like watching a film than reading a book. Hollinghurst’s language is so elegant and concise—a perfect match for this long spanning narrative.

