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Lädt ... Stuffvon Joseph Connolly
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Gehört zu VerlagsreihenGallimard, Folio (3875)
A satire of modern life, by the author of Poor Souls and This Is It. Emily's interior-design business is everything to her. Her clueless husband turns to young Milly, and Emily indulges in brief and carnal bouts with a perpetually furious PR man, who is much keener on her daughter. Keine Bibliotheksbeschreibungen gefunden. |
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As I was reading it felt as though I was clinging on to a hot air balloon, gliding over the rooftops, every time there was an injection of humour it kept the balloon buoyed up and everything was great; on the other hand every time the book’s resident creep Raymond invoked the C-word or indulged in any kind of sexual activity, air belched out of the balloon and I was barking my shins on the chimney tops.
The other notable feature of this novel is authorial voice – it’s not a first person narrative, nor is it entirely a third-person omniscient narrative. Instead the narrator hovers amongst the characters, like a puppeteer who can’t keep his bonce out of view, offering chirpy little observations. There were shades of Harlan Coben, but what it reminded me of most insistently was the Mr Men books. It was all the “Do you know what happens next? Shall I tell you?” type of thing that made this read a bit like a worked-up Mr Men book for adults (that would be “Mr Henpecked” or quite possibly “Little Miss Repulsive”). It works the other way too, with a bit of name substitution: “Do you know the thing that really got on Mr Tickle’s tits? The thing that was really bloody getting to him? I think you maybe do.....”
I left it a few days after finishing reading before reviewing this book. I wanted to get the laughter out of my head to see if it still seemed funny in retrospect. I’ve got to admit it does. (Fairy liquid in the whipping cream. Snort.) But I still feel guilty. ( )