I laughed out loud so many times reading this book. It is sublime and it is subversive, and the dialogue between Aunt Augusta and Henry actually reminds me of some conversations I have had with my great-uncle, whose stories have influenced me in a similar way that Henry has been affected by his Aunt – except, of course, that neither of us has been involved in smuggling, founding religious groups, or “the stage”... well, at least not that I know of. I should give him a ring again soon.
Having read The Heart of the Matter and The End of the Affair, I am glad though that this is not the first of Greene’s novels I turned to, as Travels With My Aunt seems to be quite different. It’s Our Man in Havana next for me to delve into his spy novels.