Monday, 14 November 2016

Nutshell by Ian McEwan

Our female protagonist has an affair with Claude, a seeming debonair raconteur. Of course, he’s neither but the sex is good. The narrator knows. He’s the foetus. The book begins “So, here I am, upside down in a woman." John, the father, is a nuisance plus he’s rich and the solution for Claude’s financial difficulties. Kill John. 
The foetus’s vocabulary is impressive. His third sentence reads, “My eyes close nostalgically when I remember how I once drifted in my translucent body bag, floated dreamily in the bubble of my thoughts through my private ocean in slow-motion somersaults . . .” You get the drift. Talk about sophistication. Nevertheless, I went with it, suspended my disbelief, hated Claude, felt sorry for the mom, (and the foetus,) and wondered about Paul and I kept wanting to know more.