Julian Symons (1912-94) was an eminent crime writer and reviewer of the second half of the Twentieth Century. A big hit of his, which I read when it came out, was The Blackheath Poisonings (1978). In America he was published by Harper under the legendary Joan Khan imprint. In Britain he was probably best known as a critic in all the most respected journals.
The Man Who Lost His Wife (1970) was one of the novels Khan published in America. Hers was a crime/mystery list, and yet there is no crime in The Man Who Lost His Wife (although the protagonist thinks he might have committed one and certainly intended to) and precious little mystery. What we have, in fact, is the story of a man undergoing his midlife crisis.
Gilbert Whelan is a stuffy London publisher, who lives in the suburbs with his second wife. Whelan never wanted to be a publisher. His father built the firm but he and Gilbert were not close. As a young man Gilbert dropped out with his first wife and their son and joined a back-to-nature cult of the kind which preceded hippiedom on both sides of the Atlantic. But Gilbert couldn't keep up his rebellion and slowly slipped back into conformity. He is middleaged now (we don't know exactly how old) and resigned to his fate. Then his wife Virginia tells him she needs to take a holiday without him. Which she promptly does.
In her absence Gilbert finds himself subsumed into a messy world of American novelists, buy-out offers, parties and dubious night clubs. In search of breathing space he decides to go abroad, track down Virginia and save his marriage. Only Virginia isn't in Dubrovnik where she said she would be. She was there but left, hotel staff believe, for Sarajevo. Gilbert follows, on the way becoming involved with more dubious folk, a roguish English travelling salesman and an American hippie couple. In Dibrovnik he also had a passionate fling with a tour guide and now wants to dump Virginia and marry her. In Sarajevo he also has to deal with a famous Italian author who his (Gilbert's) racier business partner has recruited for their list.
It's a really good novel, albeit I don't see how it can classify as a crime or mystery novel, though that is indeed what Pan claim it to be. I picked up another Symons work in a twofer offer with this - a non-fiction book about famous disputed murders - and am enjoying that two. Symons is duly added to my list of authors I must revisit and read more of. I must admit I'm really keen on finding his biographer of his brother A J A Symons, author of The Quest for Corvo (which I am also keen to read).

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