I am a just a little underwhelmed by "Bedlam Burning". A tale of two Oxbridge (I've forgotten which exactly) graduates who foist an identity hoax to help get a novel publicized. The one who wrote the novel, "Gregory Collins", is homely and insecure. The one who adopts Collins' identity (Mike Smith) is underemployed, handsome and socially at ease. As one does, they create a persona who does book readings and ...
...Mike ends up in a mental asylum as a writer-in-residence who puts together a book of the patient's ramblings that is a literary spectacle, until you know what inevitably happens.
The underwhelming part for me was Smith's unbelievable ability to just go along with things - like showing up at the mental asylum and immediately being put into a rubber room overnight. This made me think that we had a very unreliable narrator and there was something beneath the text we were supposed to gradually glom onto, like Mike was really a mental patient and he has created this bizarre story of being a double to explain to himself why he is in a mental institution. But the novel doesn't go there - at least if his was being unreliable in this aspect I didn't catch any other clues.
The good parts do make it worth reading - the academic satire of a literary prof who burns books, the patients who might really be sane but if they were sane why were they pretending to be mad - and of course their antics are amusing, the doctor and his cohort who are well-meaning but clueless. If there is anything that the book is "about", I could only guess is that it is hard to judge what people are beneath their exterior and even their actions can be hard to interpret. Maybe it is only the stories they tell, whether true or not, are what can be judged.