Sat 14 May 22: it was written in 1999 so although you wouldn’t expect social media and mobile telephony you would expect a credible plot and some local empathy. But no. A threadbare plot, a central character who can do everything and an unconvincing local narrative. Rubbish. Mr Largent was a teacher of creative writing so you worry about those who were taught by him.
The worst book I’ve read/started to read?
