I feel, with what I have
read of Ian McEwan, that he is a writer I simply read out of a mysterious
compulsion, much like I do Chabon or Lethem. Any new book that comes out I feel
the need to check out, and most of the book I have read of his are either very
boring or very tedious, but most of the time both. Really, with the exception
of his novels Enduring Love (my favorite) and Atonement, I have not really
liked them very much. They each have a charm, with even his lesser books like
The Child in Time and Black Dogs being worthy enough to finish. And, in
retrospect, his earlier novels The Cement Garden and The Comfort of Strangers,
each of which are very dark in comparison to his more modern works, seem a lot
cooler than they were when I first read them. But his latest novel Sweet Tooth
is one of his weakest books. I’d compared it to The Innocent, which also had a boring
plot about British spies. The main character is Serena Frome, a book-smart girl
who, after an affair with a professor, is brought in to a spy ring to keep
track of a young writer, named Tom Hanley, whom she likes at first for his
works, then falls in love with the man, with far-reaching consequences for her
risky job. The little joy that this book provides comes from the long
explanations of Tom’s stories that recall McEwan’s earlier days, like the one
about a man who falls in love with a store mannequin or the husband whose life
and marriage are falling apart, and the revelation of its cause and aftermath. It
really makes you want to be reading those books instead of this one. While I am
not a spy novel kind of guy, I know enough to tell that this is not a good one.
Especially from someone who I still feel is very gifted.
Rating: 3/5
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