Early Ian McEwan is the master of creepy fiction. So it’s no surprise that The Comfort of Strangers is disturbing in its seeming ordinariness, chilling in its foreshadowing, and frightening for the way strangers interact in such familiar ways.
Colin and Mary are lovers on vacation. They run into familiar patterns: sleep, make love, eat, walk, repeat. Yet, their routine falls apart when, one evening, while searching for something to eat, they encounter a too-friendly stranger named Robert. He insists on taking them to his restaurant, and then becomes entangled in their lives so that they cannot escape.
McEwan has tackled human nature in all its incarnations, from best to worst. By the time you make it to the end of the novel, “worst” certainly comes to the fore. I’d certainly recommend reading this…but be warned.