This novel, John Irving’s 14th, took the sheen off my Christmas, and here are the reasons.
- The comments on the back of the book (‘Irving is the wisest, most anguished and funniest novelist of his generation’ — Chicago Sun Times) made me feel lonely. He might have been wise, anguished and funny in The World According to Garp, 33 years ago.
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