Halfway there

In finishing this I’ve now read seven of the thirteen long-listed Booker prize novels. It’s a dark and witty book that shoves a mirror in the reader’s face and says "judge these characters at your peril because you have almost certainly been guilty of at least some of their sins". There’s a fair bit of fourth wall breaking by a godlike narrator, and some magical realism in there too. Imagine Tom Sharpe, Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Julian Barnes locked away on a desert island and told to come up with a book and you might get a Damon Galgut. 

TGR went off to her aunt’s in Oxford with Strider today. TSM and I did some work, went for a walk, drank coffee, grazed yesterday’s leftovers and read books. Both of us were curiously tired after a busy weekend. All this eating, drinking and socialising is exhausting; I could never be a celebrity. Couldn’t do the pace.

Brighton tomorrow.