Henry Perowne is a busy 48-year-old London neurosurgeon. Saturday is a single day in his life. We peek in at every thought that crosses this fellow’s mind over the course and react with him to the events that occur (seeing a flaming plane cross the London sky, getting mugged by a trio of toughs, losing a squash match to his buddy) It is no one’s notion of an action yarn, and I found myself pining for something more to occur, something to take us out of this guy’s skull. But I guess remaining inside it is the point. Later, the toughs invade his home, force his daughter to strip. He tries to think through a plan, manages to distract the main antagonist and gains some time until other hands jump in. Later he is faced with a choice about whether or not to help the crook (Baxter). How does one handle oneself under stress; the stresses of modern life; the range of considerations in making moral choices, seeing one’s children growing up and becoming their own people? Contemporary life in the head of an intelligent, thoughtful man. If not exactly thrilling, ultimately, I felt it was a smart, worthwhile read.