Now, I know this got great reviews, and even a Booker Prize, but, frankly, I just thought it was boring. I didn't see what was so great about the writing, which seemed to take forever to make a point, and wasn't even all that beautiful on its way, I didn't sympathize with the characters, I didn't really "feel" the setting--which, arguably, is because I don't remember Britain in the 80s, but, then again, shouldn't a truly great book make me feel what I can't remember?--and I was a bit turned off by all the gay sex described in detail. I guess it should have been a tipoff for me that this novel was described as "Jamesian" and the main character is a James scholar; I feel much the same way about Henry James, after all.
I'll chalk this one up to another overly-pretentious Booker disappointment.
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