I’ll write more elsewhere, I suspect. I thought this was good, but it wasn’t perfect, and perfection was what its provocation…provoked, if that makes sense. A lot of energy went into this book and was bound up in it, so we have to give maximum credit to it for that. I will say that in a certain literary environment of right now, when there’s a hue and cry over “where are the male writers?” and the corresponding but different complaint “where are the male readers?” — this novel The Quarrymen will go some ways toward potentially answering these questions. Which is what makes it good, and what makes it by the same stroke, less than good. More on that later. In the meantime you should read it.