Author: Ian McEwan

Type: Fiction, novel

Published: 2005

I read it: December 2008


The first McEwan book I’ve read, and hopefully not the last. This British author is the master of the slow burn. The entire novel takes place during one upper-middle class neurosurgeon’s Saturday. There are several acute reflections on society, family, politics, war, psychology, and sundry other potent topics. The reader is deeply implanted inside the mind of Henry Perowne, and as the back third of the book approaches, the subtle tension becomes almost frightening. Slightly deceiving in its completeness, it’s a great example of what a modern novel can accomplish.


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