Arthur and his young son, Toby, land in America after surviving the onset of the Nazi regime in Vienna and London’s blitz, where Arthur suffered the loss of his wife and infant daughter…and his faith. An accomplished and skillful tailor by trade, his new life erases his past as he is placed with the Duvalls, a wealthy New York family, as a chauffeur. Yet his life revolves around the vivacity and soul of their daughter Aggie. And it is the birth and adoption of the unwed Aggie’s child that stirs Arthur’s essence into at least a two-dimensional character. If it weren’t for this event, he’d remain as lifeless and flat as a hotel landscape masquerading as art.
Confinement is full of symbolism, both unimaginative and tedious. The story never blossoms; the plot, though pointed literally, takes 352 pages to make its assertion; the dialogue is trite, repetitive and monotonous. There was a wonderful story here, but it became tangled in too many layers, too many words and too much pretentiousness. It was hardly an enjoyable read; in fact it was an arduous task to bring myself to finish it.