The language of this book rich, almost florid, full of literary and artistic allusions, which suits its unreliable first-person narrator, Lynch. However, any heaviness is undercut by the wonderful gap between the story Lynch thinks he's in - a genteel thriller about a missing art work - the story he's actually in, which is country house mystery, where he's the bumbling, somewhat creepy, uncle figure. The net result is erudite and entertaining.
