I picked this up for some bedtime reading, and was quickly drawn in by Greene’s perceptive eye and understated prose. It’s just a novel — a plotted love triangle — but masterfully handled. And Greene’s Catholic concerns are front and center here, insisting on the broadness of God’s capacity for mercy and the narrowness of our own. When Scobie takes his pills, he does so because he has completely inverted his own understanding of love. We do well to studiously avoid the same mistake.