Honeymoon of horror
There’s quite a bit of sex in the writings of Ian McEwan, some of it fairly nasty, so it comes as a surprise that his new book On Chesil Beach is about a couple petrified with fear on their honeymoon night. Making it the anti-McEwan McEwan: the trademark viciousness has turned into compassion. At 166 pages, it’s a thin premise made profound and moving. I’ll review it at length in my column next week, with sufficiently nasty examples.
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April 25th, 2007 at 12:34 am
I think it was the nasty bit that killed Ian McEwan for me. I was kinda wide-eyed then so The Cement Garden thrilled and repulsed me. Timing lang I’m sure kasi Iris Murdoch’s nasty bit in Severed Head had a similar effect on me pero I never swore her off.