Ian McEwan wrote a fantastic book about Saturday in which a man’s entire life ran, nearly away, before his eyes. Henry is a brain surgeon, usually in control of making sure other people’s lives don’t run away only to be confronted by his own mortality in the shape of a deranged youth. 296 more words
I am often flummoxed by the critical praise and general adoration that certain novels receive. Atonement has been added to that list.
After hearing many good things about Ian McEwan’s novels over the years, I have unfortunately found myself among those who find his writing unimpressive, even offensive. 2,074 more words