Ok, at this point I may really stop reading Graham Greene novels. I just couldn't bring myself to do it after the mediocrity of Monsignor Quixote, but The End of the Affair is the real deal, and possibly the best Graham Greene I've ever read.
The twists of the plot are surprising and intriguing, the reader can sympathize with the main character without liking him (in my case the problem wasn't the affair, but his treatment of the private investigator), and the novel makes Clapham Common come alive in a remarkable way.
Also, the book is so good that I found, for once, that the frequent shifts of focus on Catholicism added to rather than detracted from the novel (something that, for instance, I found excessive in the case of Brighton Rock).
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