One of the best things about Life Begins at Forty (and Per Ardua) is that the characters are "real" contextually, historically, and within the storyline.
They (Ifan, Jack, Bronwen, Hugh, the detective, Doctor Smith, and the other villagers) are written in such a way as to come across as a person's friends, family, next door neighbors, and average people. Ifan finds comfort in his job, yet there are times when the quiet comes to a boil and froths over. Jack can be the epitome of the brash pilot, yet his insecurities (more pronounced since his disabilities due to the crash) make him more....approachable.....and balanced.
This is a really enjoyable, and recommended, read.
After months of physiotherapy, Group Captain Jack Ratigan has regained some of the mobility lost in plane crash at the end of World War II. But six years later, he still requires the care of his cousin’s butler, Ifan—who is also Jack’s secret lover. In an era when homosexuality is an imprisonable offence, they have to maintain the utmost discretion or risk prosecution.
Insecurities, outside attacks, and misunderstandings are close to tearing Jack and Ifan apart: Jack’s impending middle age, an act of violence in their house, a letter threatening the close-knit community Jack now calls home—and the detective inspector from another jurisdiction investigating a similar unsolved case. The threat of exposure is growing, and for their love to survive, Jack and Ifan must determine who their true friends are—and if they are strongest together or apart.