Claire returns to England in 1999 after five years in Italy. Her 15-year-old son is obsessed with her sister Miriam, who disappeared without trace at the end of 1974. Claire — with the help of ex-husband Philip Chase — creeps painfully nearer to finding out what happened. Benjamin Trotter is now married but still infatuated by the memory of Cecily Boyd, with whom he was in love at the end of The Rotters’ Club. Benjamin meets a young woman, Malvina, and strikes up a delicate friendship with her which is assaulted by his younger brother Paul. Paul, now a Labour MP, has fulfilled his early promise and turned out pretty insufferable. He commandeers Malvina and swiftly becomes entranced by her, risking both career and marriage. Paul is being keenly watched by Doug Anderton, now a political journalist on a London broadsheet. Anyone who remembers the night Doug ‘became enamoured of the upper classes’ in The Rotters’ Club (late-night gymnastics with a braying Sloane) will take their hat off to him when they read that he is now happily married to a posh ex-model and living in SW3.
The odious Paul Trotter, relatively unseen in The Rotters’ Club, is a fascinating character. As a child he was a ‘creepy little right-wing shit’ and a member of ‘The Closed Circle’, a school society for brainboxes. Paul’s recommendations for this secret outfit in 1978, that it should ‘Modernise ...Rationalise ...Aggrandise ...Publicise’, would pass muster as one of the idiotic soundbites flung out by New Labour. So it is no surprise to find him, a Thatcherite at the tender age of 12, a Labour MP in 1999. He seems representative of the most repulsive aspects of modern politics. Shiftless, shallow and utterly self-involved, he has no beliefs, just an ego: vanity seems to have lobotomised him. Much of the humour in the novel — and it is very funny — is derived from the Trotter brothers. But while laughing at Paul is a pleasure, laughing at Benjamin is painful: his fear of an unfulfilled life is agonising, and the reader regards him, as do his friends, with a sort of exasperated tenderness.
It is very satisfying to find this book concluding where the first book began — even to read a few of the same sentences, tucked away in the final pages. But while the action of the book is neatly completed, the reader is not encouraged to relax: this is no ‘happily ever after’. The characters may have what they want — or what they think they want — but there is an abiding sense of an unknowable, unpredictable future. Jonathan Coe takes ‘the temperature of a nation’ but he cannot give it a prognosis. The lives of these characters have been shaped by violence — the Birmingham pub bombing of 1974 affected each of them — and they look with dread towards a violent future. Lois Trotter, whose boyfriend Malcolm was killed by the IRA, voices her fear of ‘the rage that’s building up in the world’ leading to ‘something worse ...something huge’. It is a tribute to the writer that the impression of uncertainty and unease, of a world in waiting, does not end with the story.
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