It took me a while to get into The Perpetual Astonishment of Jonathon Fairfax because, to be honest, I kept trying to figure out whether he’s autistic (I am) and based on autism stereotypes (am I?), or not. I don’t know the answer to the first part, but he definitely isn’t a stereotype. He’s the modern Arthur Dent, and if you recognise the name, and have heard about a certain Douglas Adams, The Perpetual Astonishment of Jonathon Fairfax is going to be your marmite.
Reader, I loved it. Already bought the sequel – as paperback, which Am*zon (well, the “external fulfilment facility” which is a phrase that would fit this book) doesn’t beam over immediately, so now I have to wait for DAYS. Which is rude.
It’s a murder mystery. The murderer has a wife (and their relationship is not amazing, but she does take notes for him, part-housewife, part-secret-ary) and a daughter. And his face gets cold, so he has to wear a balaclava – a problem, no doubt, known to many of us. It’s also political. And, like all best satire, painfully realistic. To the point where I can actually imagine RSG being a thing in actual governments around the world. (Shevlin probably gave them ideas. Luckily, politicians don’t read books without their own faces on the cover. I don’t think any of them would admit looking like Jonathon.) It’s about two people who set their watch between 7, 14, or 21 minutes later, to be early rather than late, except then they get used to it, and it stops working. (My husband sets the clock in the living room 9 minutes later for this exact reason even though he has retired by now and doesn’t need to catch trains. But if I were to set the clock to actual time, he’d probably have a breakdown.) And it’s relentlessly funny. The book. Not my husband. He’s very unfunny while asleep. (Although his insistence that he doesn’t snore is kind of funny in a ‘sigh...’ kind of way.)
I mentioned politicians. Well. This book has a lot of politic(ian)s. Which is really funny, until you realise that actual politics looks exactly like that, only the acronyms are less dad-joke-y. And there are fewer… no, wait, that’s actually also realistic. That’s the difference between comedy and satire. Sometimes, I laughed through tears (metaphorically, I am not that invested in specifically the British government, but trust me, the Dutch one isn’t much better – its current, as of the time of writing, biggest plus side is that we don’t have one). Shevlin is good at political satire. And at crime. And at Lance.
I had two minor quibbles. First was the shortage of commas. I am not just Team Oxford Comma, I’m also Team “why is there no comma before ‘but’,” and I am willing to send the author a bouquet made entirely of commas. The second – Rachel definitely fits Jonathon, but she sort of fits him a bit too tailor-made. Most of what I’ve learned about her personality is that she fits Jonathon. This is not to say that Shevlin can’t write female characters – oh, did I absolutely love Jane! WAIT I HAVE A THIRD QUIBBLE. What happens to Sarah at the end?! Why don’t I have the second book yet?! Have I ever said I like waiting? [No – Ed.]
I recommend this to everyone who misses Douglas Adams, PG Wodehouse, and whose day gets an extra bit better when Lance asks Jonathon how to stop being so attractive that your own attractiveness makes it impossible for you to think about oh, doesn’t my hair look good today, what was I saying?
I received a free copy of this book from the author. This did not influence my review.
Rating: 9/10 rounded up to 5/5 for Goodreads.
My ratings:
5* = this book changed my life
4* = very good
3* = good
2* = I probably DNFed it, so I don't give 2* ratings
1* = actively hostile towards the reader