Two Cambridge historians, Nick and Sarah Mallinson, are on sabbatical with their three small daughters in a Languedoc farmhouse. Now in his mid fifties, Nick is a former Marxist. Although the certainties of his youth have waned with the times, he is still intellectually sharp and believes that it should be possible to reduce the world’s suffering. His wife is a former doctoral student of his, nineteen years younger, attractive, clever and eager to shoot the breeze about the Chad oilfields or some point of historiography that preoccupies her husband. But where she can accept that ‘all we need is geniality and kindness’, he feels ashamed of this softness and clutches at ‘truth and justice … wanting a habitable future for my children and their children … creation, not destruction.’

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