2014: 60. London Fields

"This is a true story but I can't believe its really happening."

London Fields, Martin Amis

Well, to quote Roger Ebert, I hated, hated, hated, hated, hated, hated this book.  Hated.  I started reading it because, as I have sloooowly transferred my archives over, I remembered that I used to play a game in which my commuting book was always some book off my shelves that I owned and never read.  And there was, accordingly, much more variety in my reading then (though still limited to "books bought by me or Jon" of course).  So I thought I'd start that up again, and when to the "A-B" shelf, and this was one of the unread books (which, if I remember correctly I actually poached off the "take this free book" shelf at work"), and off I went.

And frankly, its hard to understand what got me to finish it, other than stubborness and it being the only book in my bag when on the subway, because I just loathed this book.  It is one of those books written by men that are supposed to be hilarious and comic, and are actually misogynistic and terrible.  And don't tell me it isn't misogyny if he's horrible to everyone - the male characters at least have inner lives of a sort here - the women are literally nothing but things to either have sex to - or kill - or both.  Seriously, Martin Amis makes Kingsley Amis look like Gloria Steinem.

The plot is this - we are in current day England (or, I guess, the late 80's when it was written) and things are slightly more apocalyptic then they actually were.  An author named Sam has returned to London from America, and is grappling with a terminal disease.  He is also looking for a story (see he only writes memoir and non fiction) when he comes across Nicola Six - the murderee.  See, Nicola's breasts can see the future, and she knows she will be murdered, so she goes around engineering her death.  But who will be the murderer? Keith, the criminal, or Guy, the toff?  Oh my lord, just writing that out exhausted me.  I hated the concept of the book, I hated the characters, I hated the writing (all dialect and stupid puns and confusion), and I think I hate Martin Amis.

Seriously - is there anyone out there who can defend him? And, more to the point, is there a woman who has read this book and liked it? Loved it? Not just pretended to to get in with the cool boys? Ladies, let's not put up with junk like this.  

© Carrie Dunsmore 2017