Sebastian Faulks’ A Week in December left me cold (forgive the pun) it was like an awful modern everyman play, but without characters that you could relate to or feel any sympathy for. In fact, the only one I had any interest or sympathy for was the would be terrorist.
As for the embittered book critic, I wanted to strangle him. Yes I know I was meant to hate him, but surely I shouldn’t be made to hate him that much without there being any suitably satisfactory downfall for him?
Oh, and the banker should have been killed. I have no time for realism with characters this apalling.