Sweet Tooth by Ian McEwan (2012)
While finishing her education at Cambridge, Serena Frome is recruited for British intelligence agency MI5. Project Sweet Tooth funds writers whose political views are in line with the government. Serena is sent to hook an upcoming writer for the project, pretending she's with a philanthropic organization, very quickly finding herself in a relationship with him. As you might expect, being a spy means that Serena's life and relationships are fraught with secrets and betrayal.
This novel is less spy and more relationship than I expected. The whole reason Serena gets into MI5 is because of her relationship with a professor, and then she gets into a relationship with her very first (and last) recruit for Sweet Tooth. Not to mention the other, less important, relationships she has in between; basically, she gets romantically involved with every guy she ever meets. It was just so unprofessional too, especially the one with Tom Haley, the author. How does she expect anyone to take her seriously? And how does she think that relationship will go since it's based entirely on lies? I got a little irritated with her.
But Serena isn't all bad, and in fact she's interesting in some ways. She loves reading but studied mathematics because she happened to be good at it. Her parents, because of some vaguely feminist notion, persuaded her that she owed it to herself to go into a field where women are underrepresented if she has a talent for that subject. So she did, but she always maintained a love of books, even the most lowbrow. I loved this as well - she kept trying to convince everyone that even the most pulpy novels were just as good as literary award-winners.
Other than discussing Serena's character, I'm having a hard time finding much to say about Sweet Tooth. There was little I disliked and, in fact, I enjoyed it while I was reading it, but even though I finished just a few days ago, I already barely remember it. In this way, it is definitely different from McEwan's other books, which haunted me long after I finished them. But I had heard that it was different from his other novels and in fact it seems like people who like McEwan don't like this book and vice versa. So it's hard to know whether or not to recommend it. I liked it, but not nearly as much as his other books.
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Bittersweet Symphony
Amsterdam by Ian McEwan (1998)
We are introduced to two former lovers of Molly Lane when they meet up at her funeral. Horrified by the circumstances of her illness, during which her mind swiftly deteriorated, Clive and Vernon make a euthanasia pact. But soon their longtime friendship begins to fall apart. Clive is a composer, under intense pressure to finish his symphony celebrating the turn of the millennium. In his efforts to avoid distraction he fails to report a potential crime. Vernon, a newspaper editor, comes by some compromising photos of a top government official and wants to use them to boost his failing paper's circulation. Each disapproves morally of the decisions the other has made, the stress of their disagreements only serving to make their individual problems worse.
This short novel contained some beautiful passages describing music, and Clive's composition process during which he struggles to capture the elusive strains of notes he is searching for. I wonder if McEwan has a background in music.
He is adept at character development and at describing internal turmoil. As is typical with his novels, Amsterdam was somewhat painful to read. Misunderstandings arose and the consequences made me cringe. It's like watching an accident in slow motion and being unable to stop it. I don't really like the feeling, but I keep reading his novels so it must appeal to me on some level.
Unfortunately I found the ending a bit contrived and disappointing. A winner of the Booker Prize, I had high expectations for this novel, but of the five McEwan novels I've read I wouldn't say it's my favorite. (That distinction would go to Atonement.) Although I enjoyed the buildup throughout the novel, in the end it fell flat.
Have you read it? Do you think it deserves the praise and awards it has received?
We are introduced to two former lovers of Molly Lane when they meet up at her funeral. Horrified by the circumstances of her illness, during which her mind swiftly deteriorated, Clive and Vernon make a euthanasia pact. But soon their longtime friendship begins to fall apart. Clive is a composer, under intense pressure to finish his symphony celebrating the turn of the millennium. In his efforts to avoid distraction he fails to report a potential crime. Vernon, a newspaper editor, comes by some compromising photos of a top government official and wants to use them to boost his failing paper's circulation. Each disapproves morally of the decisions the other has made, the stress of their disagreements only serving to make their individual problems worse.
This short novel contained some beautiful passages describing music, and Clive's composition process during which he struggles to capture the elusive strains of notes he is searching for. I wonder if McEwan has a background in music.
He is adept at character development and at describing internal turmoil. As is typical with his novels, Amsterdam was somewhat painful to read. Misunderstandings arose and the consequences made me cringe. It's like watching an accident in slow motion and being unable to stop it. I don't really like the feeling, but I keep reading his novels so it must appeal to me on some level.
Unfortunately I found the ending a bit contrived and disappointing. A winner of the Booker Prize, I had high expectations for this novel, but of the five McEwan novels I've read I wouldn't say it's my favorite. (That distinction would go to Atonement.) Although I enjoyed the buildup throughout the novel, in the end it fell flat.
Have you read it? Do you think it deserves the praise and awards it has received?
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