Private faces are wiser and nicer

Thursday, 22nd March 2007

The title of Ian McEwan’s previous novel, Saturday, awoke in at least one reader the faintly awful thought that, like Stock- hausen at the same point of inspiration, he might have six sequels up his sleeve. One envisaged half-a-dozen 24-hour North London epics, all narrated in that frightful historic present and running in sequence through the more high-minded professions — Tuesday, about the tribulations of a Primrose Hill dentist.

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Bassim

August 10th, 2008 11:20pm Report this comment

Whenever I read somebody praising McEwans' work I must laugh. My God, he is so boring and pretentious that whenever I read his novel I get a stomach pain. If the critics see him as one of the best English writers than I must say that English literature is in crises.

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