The Disappeared by Roger Scruton
You can read reams of Scruton’s non-fiction, and you will learn a lot by doing so. Sometimes his prose requires perseverance, often what he is saying is just very difficult. He is a man of immense learning, understanding, sympathy and insight. But if you can’t learn from Roger Scruton it is because something is wrong with you.
There is an easier way, also. The alternative is to pick up his fiction: Notes from Underground and The Disappeared, and may there be more. It is much easier to read, filled with beauty, difficult because often terrible, and nevertheless compelling and powerful. Much is illustrated in sketched life and illuminated through literary devices. Here, I think as I read it, is the unacknowledged literature of our age. Echoes, judgments, explanations, life, things that will astonish you. A woman who rescues a man-boy from his rock music in each book too.
The Disappeared is decidedly a book by none other than Roger Scruton. The way things develop, come together, resolve: amazing. You end one of his books with a feeling of having seen farther: into life, into meaning, into literature, into wisdom, into what it means to be human . . . everything.