"It's only words, and words are all I have, to take your heart away." —Bee Gees
This book starts out as a story about an affair and ends up being about a personal quest to discover God and Catholicism. Bendrix's endless first-person rant about love and hate is quite boring for me. His blind jealousy falls flat; his passion has no pulse. Things pick up a little when we get to see things from the eyes of his ex-lover, Sarah. Although this is where the story takes an odd turn into religious territory, I read her parts faster and was able to relate to her better (and I'm not even Catholic).
Despite this, I suspect I won't remember much about this book after some time and that this might be the end of my own affair with Graham Greene.