Status Updates From Sábado

I’m still not sure what the story’s actually about—the plot seems to have wandered off while McEwan admires how clever his protagonist is. The man can turn a sentence, though, and that’s what’s keeping me turning pages.

It’s not terrible, just a bit too intrigued by the aroma of its own flatulence; most characters are pretty insufferable, and a few word choices and ideas haven’t aged well.