The reviews on here for this book are mostly insane. No, this isn't 'classic' Le Carré, it's a beautifully written book about love and desolation. There are some weird jumps in the narrative towards the end, but it isn't really about the mystery of where Larry has gone, it's about the narrator's absurd notions of his relationship with a friend and a lover being dismantled and replaced by nothing. It's a great book.