‘You will have heard of my friend the once celebrated novelist Jocelyn Tarbet, but I suspect his memory is beginning to fade…You’d never heard of me, the once obscure novelist Parker Sparrow, until my name was publicly connected with his. To a knowing few, our names remain rigidly attached, like the two ends of a seesaw. His rise coincided with, though did not cause, my decline… I don’t deny there was wrongdoing. I stole a life, and I don’t intend to give it back. You may treat these few pages as a confession.’
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Within just 34 short pages McEwan creates a character that feels like an old friend, one that is telling a long kept life changing secret. A witty and vivid dissection of human ambition and cunning. A must read for short story lovers. - Penny (QBD)
Guest, 08/07/2018
