Written in the first person, told by a loathsome, egotistical narrator who is blind to his many faults (but at the end becomes somewhat likable), this is a story of love and betrayal and words. You have to look beyond the narrator’s words to determine the truth of events, to see what he cannot, but in the end, you learn – as he so deftly points out to the invisible reader throughout – that he is no better or worse than you are.