this book is a slightly odd concept. but, to paraphrase a conversation between the director and the author,
— Who would read a book about a fake documentary, let alone an unfinished fake documentary about an author who is not real?
— I would!
so, in a nutshell, it was very enjoyable. I really like Richard Ayoade's humour, and I think his skills as a writer and director really pull this together. he manages to balance comedy with intrigue across a range of mediums. each character is carefully constructed and unique, with great dry humour. admittedly, when I somehow missed the memo for the first 50 odd pages about both the documentary and Harauld Hughes being fabricated, but if anything that probably added to the conceptual chaos of it all.
also, i don't care if she's not real: lady Lovilocke is my new icon.
she was, as she put it, a woman with a title, idyllic estate, wealth, a thriving career and a wealthy older husband with deep pockets and rapidly declining wealth.
she also manages to correct Haraulds grammar after he confesses his love ("you're the only attractive woman I've met who I couldn't crush intellectually " "it's not who, harauld, its whom") and has many a great quote ("I think worrying about money is a way of rejecting the present and, of course, god")