Doting, the last of Henry Green's novels, is, as its title would
suggest, a story of yearning and lusting and aging in which a wife and a
brash young woman run hilarious circles around a hapless hardworking
civil servant suddenly seized by long-dormant urges. Like its immediate
predecessor, Nothing, it stands out from the rest of Green's work in
its brilliant, experimental use of dialogue. Green was fascinated with
the extravagance, ambiguity, absurdity, and unintentional implications
and consequences of everyday human communication, and in Doting language
slips and slides the better to reveal the absurdity and persistence of
love and desire, exciting laughter while troubling the heart.