Us, David Nicholls’s first novel since the hugely successful One Day, is about a couple who have been married for 20 years. Douglas Petersen, the anally retentive middle-aged narrator, never feels like an equal to Connie, his attractive and witty wife. On the opening page, Connie tells him that she thinks she wants to leave him when their son Albie goes off to university. But first they are to take a long-planned family holiday — a Grand Tour of the great cities of Europe. Douglas sees this as his last chance to save his marriage, and also to rebuild his broken relationship with Albie.
In an introduction, Nicholls explains that the inspiration for the book came when he was travelling round continental Europe publicising One Day. At the start, the novel feels like a series of holiday postcards, or more accurately emails, from a witty and self-deprecating friend. There’s more commentary than narrative, the prose is colloquial and there’s a clever lower-case heading for each short chapter.
It’s often amusing but it can feel light. Douglas himself comes across, at least at first, as a caricature of a certain kind of Englishman — Keith from Nuts in May, or Alan Partridge. Unable to relax, he bosses his family into following his tightly planned schedule and fills any silences with banal observations or memorised passages from the guidebook. There’s one chapter, entitled ‘the comfort zone’, where he is no more than a slapstick clown: persuaded to try a Korean restaurant, he blinds himself with chilli sauce and clatters into the tables of the other diners.
Eventually, Douglas’s internal monologue won me round. He emerges as a sensitive and good-hearted man who never manages to express his love for his wife and son.
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