Review: Ian McEwan’s “Amsterdam”
I figured this would be a gimme, one of McEwan’s guaranteed good’uns and the only one I was still tempted to read since Solar and Sweet Tooth had entirely undone the good work of Saturday and Atonement. Yes, he writes well, yes, it was gripping, yes, the two counter-heros Vernon (newspaper editor) and Clive (composer) were well drawn. And yet… since when has extravagant melodrama qualified to win the Booker? Once the ridiculous denouement was forecast and enacted, I was again disappointed. Last McEwan for this little black duck.
Where it came from: Opshop
Time and manner of reading: An evening of armchair reads
Where it went: Probably right back to an oppy
Reminds me of/that: —
Who I’d recommend it to: —
Also reading: Rabbit #4; How to Read a Poem by Edward Hirsch; The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay by Michael Chabon; Being Alive edited by Neil Astley; Delaunay by Hajo Duchting