This is not a great book review in the traditional sense, as Clark fumbles to explain even the premise of Kate Atkinson’s new novel. But perhaps that was a taller order than usual. Clark says that, just when you’re settling into the story, “it simply stops. If this sounds like the quick route to a short book, don’t worry: the narrative starts again – and again and again – but each time it takes a different course, its details sometimes radically, sometimes marginally altered, its outcome utterly unpredictable.” I honestly have no idea what the hell that would look like, but I’m intrigued enough that I’ll definitely be checking out the first few chapters. This one comes out April 2.
This is a write-up of an old favorite rather than a proper review. But it’s an eye-opener. Kennedy says that Raymond “has been described as the father of British noir. But he’s far beyond noir. There probably isn’t even a word for his kind of darkness.”
Now, it’s Kennedy’s turn. What kind of a book does a person who enthusiastically digs up a super-dark noir novel write? Apparently one with a “funny, dark, vituperative voice that serves equally well for tragic and comic moments.” And a whole lot of weirdness. A fitting end to this trio (and it’s only five bucks for the Kindle version).