Having purchased this Booker shortlist in less than precipitous circumstances, although I’d always wanted to read it, having heard lots of kind words for it, the end result was unsatisfying. Hell, I’ve nothing against GLBT, but Waters’ depiction of their emotional state  left a bitter aftertaste of teenage novel angst in my mouth. Maybe I”m getting old, but narrative ambiguity isn’t what it’s cut out to be anymore. If you want closure, Waters leaves you hanging like a shipwreck watching his lifeboat drift irrevocably away.


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