This first novel by the Scottish author of the well-received novella collection Several Deceptions
is an unusual mixture of genres: part thriller, part social comedy and part, as the cunningly punning title suggests, a study of how a variety of different people make unexpected connections in a great city. The story revolves around an elderly Greek banker, Mr. Eugenides, living alone in an odd corner of the city, who is the only living link to what may be a considerable treasure, in artifacts and real estate, linked to a Greek-founded London church destroyed in the WWII blitz. An unscrupulous, snobby young lawyer learns of it and becomes involved with some cold-blooded Greek plotters in a scheme to confuse the old man and wrest the treasures from him. Meanwhile, Eugenides is befriended by Sebastian, a dashing, gay scholar of Greek antiquities who shares his love for classical poets. The plot lines converge when Jeanene Malone, a forthright young Australian student of Sebastian's, working part-time as a pharmacist, becomes suspicious of a prescription she is asked to fill by the crooked Greeks. Throw in Jeanene's Indian lawyer lover; Alicia, a cheerful crusader for open spaces who hopes to salvage the church site as a community garden; her ever-hungry dog Alice; Sebastian's rather square lover, Giles; and a climactic motorcycle chase through Gloucestershire, and you have a fair idea of the range of character and incident that crowds Stevenson's ebullient creation. It is rather overstuffed, in fact, but written with such tenderness, wit and brio, and deep affection for London and its people, that it is irresistible. National advertising. (Sept. 7)
