In Alexandria in the years before the Second World War, an exiled Irish school teacher seeks to unravel his sexual obsession with two women: the tubercular cafe dancer, Melissa, and Justine, the alluring Jewish wife of a wealthy Coptic Christian. What emerges in his sessions with the psychiatrist Balthazar, however, is something far more complex - and unfathomably more sinister - than neurosis. Lawrence Durrell's kaleidoscopic narrative ushers us into a world in which no perception is reliable - and love itself is always an act of treachery.
The International Lawrence Durrell Society 𝄐 'Books are like love letters; they are destined for a particular person.' /da capo/
@CraigAbbottVO thank you — most interesting (this script is not Lawrence Durrell's — would enjoy knowing more about the 1958 Cyprus provenance if you have the information — the quotation is from Balthazar, ending with a truncated variant)