Mr. Tea
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I spend my time in an ivory tower snorting saffron, reading Virgil and kicking my servants.
Are you some sort of peasant? I have my servants kick each other.
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I spend my time in an ivory tower snorting saffron, reading Virgil and kicking my servants.
yes pleaseAlasdair Gray anyone?
yes please
One of my friends used exactly the same phrase to describe him but yesterday."middle brow"
Of course there is a continuing argument (I think it's been on here several times) about US vs Uk fiction and how the "big ideas" of the "Great American Novel" are so much better than the parochial little English one but I just don't subscribe to that at all. I don't really see that people should be trying to create some kind of English version of the GAN, just doing their own thing and doing it to the best of their ability.
David Peace's Tokyo Year Zero is a nice little Raymondesque read.
I dunno about White Teeth or Autograph Man, but On Beauty is a cracking read imo. The whole thing just struck me as so effortlessly detailed. Probably helped that I read it over a trip to a US college.
After reading Saturday I have lost all patience with McEwan. So safely and cloyingly middle class, middle brow, middle of the road, boring. The guys kids just happen to be an amazing blues guitarist and a talented poet living in Paris?!! Everyone in his book is a doctor or a poet eating picnics of mozzarella, olives and other choice organic foodstuffs.
Gets universal props because he is so safe - the upper-tier Costa Del Sol massive can pick him up from the airport whilst the people who think they are proper intellectuals and literature lovers can read him safely cos he is endorsed in all the broadsheets. He is somehow blockbustery and intellectually safe. He is fast approaching national treasure status.
I thought it was beautifully human. However, didn't realise at that point that it ripped off EM Forster (or so I'm told).
This sort of criticism sounds suspiciously close to "Oh no, they eat olives, how terrible! Why can't they eat Pod Noodles and Big Macs like real people?". I mean, if you don't like the characters for some specific reason - like you think they make the book boring, unrealistic or reactionary, or whatever your gripe is - that's fair enough, but I think I can detect the familiar whiff of inverted snobbery here...
Not read Howard's End, but I'm guessing On Beauty's a homage rather than a rip-off. Anyhow, the story isn't the important bit for me. As you say, it's the human aspect of the book that's the real draw.
Everyone in his book is a doctor or a poet eating picnics of mozzarella, olives and other choice organic foodstuffs.
After reading Saturday I have lost all patience with McEwan. So safely and cloyingly middle class, middle brow, middle of the road, boring. The guys kids just happen to be an amazing blues guitarist and a talented poet living in Paris?!! Everyone in his book is a doctor or a poet eating picnics of mozzarella, olives and other choice organic foodstuffs.
Gets universal props because he is so safe - the upper-tier Costa Del Sol massive can pick him up from the airport whilst the people who think they are proper intellectuals and literature lovers can read him safely cos he is endorsed in all the broadsheets. He is somehow blockbustery and intellectually safe. He is fast approaching national treasure status.
Amis and Barnes are both MILES better stylists too and a million times more fun. London Fields, Rachel Papers and Metroland are all ten times better than anything McEwan has done.