Snobs was an initially delightful and pleasing read, which unfortunately turned sour and very bitter. I really loved the comedy of manners layout, the posh and arrogant, self-righteous, noble characters, the upstarts, who seem to embrace the upper class lifestyle even more firmly than those born into it. In fact, the novel had all the makings I would have enjoyed completely if it had only stayed in its Oscar-Wilde-style that I found so very charming in the beginning. Sadly, the plot soon turned in to a very bleak observation on married life, the failure of marriage and the flaws of the various characters. Additionally, the narrator, who reports on the events, quite often refers to his own, much better situation, which is nevertheless rather uneventful and is only spiced up by his insights into the life of the aristocracy. (In a way, the novel very much resembles Nancy Mitford's Love in a Cold Climate.) I also still try to understand how the I-narrator knows so many intimate details about the lives of the protagonists. He just talks about so many events which he has never witnessed and which were also not reported to him...It's something I am willing to overlook, but it really strains the narrator's credibility.