Last year, I chewed on the sinister plot lurking below the veneer of social graces present in Herman Koch’s The Dinner, so I was eager to read his new novel, Summer House With Swimming Pool. What I loved about The Dinner, was that Koch used the courses of a meal as a foundation for the story. But, the explanations of Ralph Meier’s medical practice didn’t have quite the same impact in Summer House. Instead, I found them distracting to the overall story, which was already hard to decipher. The death of Ralph’s patient provided a mysterious element to his normally calm life, which was enhanced by the adulterous affair he had with the dead patient’s wife. I waited for the surprise I now anticipate from Koch’s novels, but the meandering story frustrated me. Nothing was connecting, the interactions seemed too removed from the death, and there wasn’t any hint of a plot to keep me wondering what would happen next. Disappointed, I gave up on page 200.