I read this, Meg Rosoff’s first novel for adults (though her previous fiction, aimed at teenagers, is widely enjoyed by older readers), curled up with my beautiful lurcher, Una, twitching her ears beside me. Appropriately so, as the novel concerns the relationship between a young man and two dogs, super-intelligent collie Dante and devoted spaniel Sissy. All dog-owners will recognise how Rosoff describes their interactions: Jonathan worries about ‘the practical and spiritual difficulties of caring for other sentient beings’, and spends hours imagining ‘the Byzantine quality’ of their inner lives (when I read that sentence, I exchanged glances with Una; she lifted her tail as if to say, You didn’t know?)
Jonathan is gingerly approaching the borders of adult life. His job is dissatisfying; he writes advertising copy for Broadway Depot, a stationery supplier: ‘Plastic folders 30 per cent off, one day only!’ Any attempt at creativity is firmly squashed. His girlfriend Julie’s ‘belief system consisted of medium heels, a decent hair cut and solid retirement funds’.
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