twisty but great
Given how much I usually hate Martin Amis's books ("London Fields," "The Rachel Papers"), the biggest compliment I can this is that I didn't hate it. Make no mistake, I didn't like it, but I didn't make me want to throw it in disgust. Basically its Amis does "hardboiled." And, like many literary types who stoop to genre fiction, there's a self-satisfied irony and lack of understanding of the genre's conventions that keep getting in the way. I never really bought Amis trying to write from a woman's point of view, much less an American woman.
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