“I lived happily ever after from my mother´s funeral in May, when Esmond came back, until the end of September when I had my first intimation that something might be going wrong. At the time I was listening to Esmond and Bronwen, who were talking in the sitting room.”
This story definitely begins in the middle of things. After the first couple of pages you wonder why the narrator lives in that room, why he grew old in one moment back in 1967, and why his cousin lives downstairs in what is apparently the narrator´s house.
Extremely intriguing so far, and if you cannot guess the author and the title, I promise I will reveal the full truth in a few days.