Having read so many of McEwan’s books, it’s nice to be able
to smugly say “I like his earlier stuff better”. To me Enduring Love falls in between the aforementioned “earlier stuff”
and some of his more recent fairly dull works.
Enduring Love is
an interesting read, and one that makes me surely really happy to be out of “real”
academia (“you aren’t even ripe yet” said the fox to the grapes?!?). The couple’s
dynamics seem remarkably plausible (although I would personally like a bit more
support for my partner!) –Joe’s bizarre entry in the English underworld a lot
less so (like in Saturday, to me it
looks as if McEwan doesn’t really know what he’s talking about).
Most of all, this book actually made me realize why so many
of McEwan’s character (including Joe) are in the end rather unlikeable – they’re
not just posh, they’re just so obscenely judgemental you want to punch them in
the face…
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