The first in Powell’s 12 volume cycle of novels, A Dance to the Music of Time. It reads as an introduction, in fact. New characters are introduced regularly and the narrator is kept, deliberately, in the shadows. One learns almost nothing about Jenkins, the narrator, except through his mainly bland unemotional responses to what he sees and experiences.
This novel deals with the narrator’s school years. The style is excellent – rich and lush.
It feels in parts a bit like an ersatz Proust. But I will reserve judgement until I have read at least a couple more. A decent start.