I am biased. I’ve met Hanif Kureishi when I was
working as a pseudo-interpreter for a literary festival on the Italian hills.
That said, I am not biased enough to consider this
one of the best books ever written. It is a pleasant read, and the dynamic between
the two main characters (an accomplished author and his biographer) is
interesting enough. That said, some of the author’s customary “rock” remarks
end up a bit lost in this generational and cultural conflict.
Clearly, the question of identity – in particular
British identity – is asked time and again, as is often the case with Kureishi.
Can someone tell Theresa May that, if Mamoon is allowed to feel British, so
should I...
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