And this is the last of the books that I bought myself for
Christmas.
Hmpf. It was alright as a read, but that’s pretty much about
it. The humour in it wasn’t lacking, it was just not particularly Jonathan
Coesque. And most of all, one thing is having an intrusive narrator – but this
one was just a tad bit excessive.
Apparently Jonathan Coe wrote this novel while studying for
his Masters – it’s nice to see that not all British authors are already great
writers since their student years and that Zadie Smith remains very much a
unique case!
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