I read this book with my reading club. We all enjoyed it!

Long ago, Old Filth was a Raj orphan - one of the many young children sent 'Home' from the East to be fostered and educated in England. Jane Gardam's novel tells his story, from his birth in what was then Malaya to the extremities of his old age. In so doing, she not only encapsulates a whole period from the glory days of British Empire, through the Second World War, to the present and beyond, but also illuminates the complexities of the character known variously as Eddie, the Judge, Fevvers, Filth, Master of the Inner Temple, Teddy and Sir Edward Feathers.

This book travels with me from The Netherlands to Tampere in Finland. It hopes there will be a new reader at the BC-convention who will take it home with him of her.

Picked it up from the book buffet - I have another of hers on my pile at home.

From the author's description in the Introduction, I thought she had stolen the plot from Embers by Sandor Marai. In fact it is much less stifling, spread over a lifetime rather than just one night.
Pleased to find some familiar places - a short stay in Oxford, and a trip up to Teesside and Yarm (a name that the author seems to find strange, though very familiar to me).
Wondering why she always writes whiskey, surely he'd be drinking Scotch whisky?
There are some nice turns of expression but it seems quite disjointed - sometimes I think I must have missed something and go back to find it but I'm none the wiser...
(Haven't finished it yet).

So I didn't miss anything - the revelation was kept for the end.
An interesting structure, like a jigsaw puzzle with pieces that have to be fitted together.
Like Gardam's editor I find the nickname Old Filth a bit distasteful, but she stuck to her guns. I think of him as Feathers or Fevvers as he wafts through life, blown to and fro. I'd have liked to see more of Betty who I found too much of a background figure.