I liked the movie so much better than the book. I almost never say that, but while the book won the Booker Prize, it was one of my least favorite long listed books that I have read.
Jim Broadbent, who I love, is Tony. He is long divorced from his wife, not quite retired from his vintage camera repair shop, and lacking in love. His world is shuffled a bit when he learns that the mother of an old girlfriend of his has left him a diary. He thinks it is her diary, but as he investigates why her daughter won't release it to him, he discovers it is the diary of a mutual friend from university who was the daughter's next lover. She is adamant he will not get it and as he becomes more insistent and she meets with him, it gradually dawns on him what the issue is. The ex-girlfriends' mother is the worst sort of parent. She has had a bored privileged life that left her with no one to compete with but her daughter, and then, in the end, she saddles her with that fact well beyond the grave. It is grim to read, but more eye opening to watch.
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