THIS POST IS ALL SPOILER
This may be overkill for the current discussion, but these are my notes that trace Max Morden's state of mind in the novel, as well as I am able, and also the trajectory of the story when it is straightened out in time.
In his childhood at Ballyless
p25 And my life is changed forever.
p79 Chloe, Myles and I. How proud I was to be seen with them, these divinities, for I thought of course that they were the gods.
p79 My former friends were resentful "He spends all his time now with his grand new friends."
Marriage to Anna
p76 Charlie was a crook.
p76 Anna invited me to marry her
p77 The wedding party was held under a striped marquee
p79 Charlies died a few months after we were married. Anna got all his money . . . there was a lot.
Anna is diagnosed
p12 Well doctor is it the death sentence, or do I get life?
p15 It was not supposed to have befallen us, We are not that kind of people.
p17 From this day forward, all would be dissembling. There would be no other way to live with death.
Anna dying
p114 We shut ourselves away in our house by the sea.
p115 She was in the nursing home by then
Anna dies
p177 I have stopped time. And she nodded, a solemn, knowing nod, and smiled too. I would swear it was a smile.
p195 just another of the worlds great shrugs of indifference
p195 I felt as if I were walking into the sea.
Deciding to go to the Cedars
p18 A dream it was that drew me here.
p19 The journey did not end, I arrived nowhere, and nothing happened
p19 I awoke with the conviction that something had been achieved, or at least initiated.
p19 It endured less than a minute that happy lightness but it told me where I must go.
p111 You're mad Claire had said you'll die of boredom there.
p111 "Then come and live with me, there's room enough for two."
p111 Live with her! Room for two! I said no, I wished to be on my own.
p111 I do not want solicitude. I want anger, vituperation, violence
Driving past the Cedars with his daughter Claire
p44 "You live in the past" she said.
p44 I was about to give an abrupt reply, but paused. She was right after all.
p45 I saw myself as something of a bucaneer . . . but now I. . . acknowledge this was a delusion
p45 To be concealed, protected, guarded, that is all I have ever wanted, to burrow down into a place of womby warmth and cower there.. . .That is why the past is such a retreat for me.
p50 When we got home I went straight into the house . . . and telephoned Ms Vavasour
On arriving at the Cedars
p95 When I first came here I thought of growing a beard
p97 I see the black ship in the distance . . . I hear your siren song . . I am there almost there.
On arriving at the Cedars
p111 Was it all a hideous mistake [going there]?
p116 Would you like to see your room now? Miss Vavasour asked
p117 When Miss vavasour left me in what was now to be my room . . . I felt that I had been traveling a long time, for years, and had at last arrived at the destination to where, all along, without knowing it, I had been bound, and where I must stay, it being for now, the only possible place, the only refuge, for me.
While at the Cedars
p30 The work I am supposed to be engaged in is a monograph on bonnard.
p30 Work is not the word I would apply to what I do. Workers work.
p30 Dabble I do not accept. We are nothing if not professional
While at the Cedars
p69 I wonder if other people when they were children had this kind of image of what they would be like when they grew up . . . from the outset I was very precise and definite in my expectations
p69 This is exactly how I would have foreseen seen my future self, a man of liesurely interests and scant ambition sitting in a room just like this one, in my sea-captain's chair, leaning at my little table . . . yes this is what I thought adulthood would be.
While at the Cedars
p145 what the whole house reminds me of . . .
p145 this must be the real reason I came here to hide in the first place . . .
p145 . . . the rented rooms my mother and I were forced to inhabit through my teenage years
While at the Cedars
p159 I was thinking of Anna
p159 what I found in Anna was a way of fulfilling the fantasy of myself.
p160 From earliest days I wanted to be someone else.
p160 Be anyone you like. That was the pact we made . . .
p160 . . . that we would relieve each other of being the people whom everyone else told us we were
p160 The question I am left with now anyway is precisely the question of knowing
p160 Who if not myself was I? (THE QUESTION - Part 1)
p161 . . . . we forgave each other for all that we were not.
p161 Could I have lived differently? Fruitless interrogation. (THE QUESTION - Part 2)
p161 yet for all that, I cannot rid myself of the conviction that we missed something. (THE RUB)
While at the Cedars
p.182 I do not want to be alone like this
p183 Why this silence day after day
p183 Send back your ghost
Night out getting drunk
p186 I fell into a mood of bitter melancholy
p187 under the shaking radiance of a street light awaiting some grand and general revelation
After he's back from getting drunk
p183 Ms Vavasour knows the questions I want to ask
p183 Ms Vavasour says "I can't help you...You must know that"
p183 All this in the historic present.
Daughter comes to take him home
p191 I must packup and leave the Cedars forthwith.
p191 I had not the heart to tell her my book had not gotten further than half a first chapter.
p192 Well it is no matter. there are other things I can do. I can go to Paris and paint.
p192 I can see myself in my cell, long-bearded with quill pen and hat and docile lion, through a window beside me minuscule pesants making hay, and hovering above my brow the dove refulgent.
p.192 Oh yes, life is pregnant with possibilities.


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I can't remember right now, and can't seem to find the passage I want, but I think he just became disillusioned with Mrs. Grace.
I know that. I just don't understand why he makes such a big deal, spends pages on it, only for it to be a side show. I'm not questioning Max's hormones; I'm questioning Banville's selection for emphasis.

My point is that an good author does not waste effort and pages on a character that has no function in the story. Now Walter makes a very good point that the Col is a contrast to Max, I think that is on the mark, but it does seem forced to me. The Col has no real function in the central plot. It does not seem as elegantly done as some of the other charcterizations. I admit, I did not pick up on Miss V's sexual proclivity. Banville spends so much time on a minor character like the Col and really just touches on Miss V's character? Where's his sense of proportion? Where's the development of the whole Rosie/Chloe relationship if indeed it leeds to the climax? You don't spring something like that in the last 30 pages. Perhaps I need to re-read this. 