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The Last Weekend
Set over a long weekend, Blake Morrison's new novel is a taut, atmospheric, brilliantly chilling story of a rivalrous friendship - as told by Ian, the deceptively casual narrator.
It opens with a surprise phone call from an old university friend, inviting Ian and his wife, Em, for a few days by the sea. Their hosts, Ollie and Daisy, are a glamorous couple. And the scene is set for sunlit relaxation and cheerful reminiscence. But dangerous tensions quickly emerge.
In vivid, careful prose, Blake Morrison perfectly conveys the stifling atmosphere of a remote cottage in the hottest days of summer. Troubling revelations from Ian's past slowly intrude. And his rivalry with Ollie intensifies as they resurrect a seemingly forgotten bet made twenty years before. Each day becomes a series of challenges for higher and higher stakes, setting in motion actions that will have irreversible consequences.
The Last Weekend is a beautifully crafted page-turner, where little can be taken for granted, and nothing is quite as it seems. It offers a dark, haunting tale of friendship, sexual passion and jealousy - and confirms Blake Morrison as one of Britain's most unpredictable and talented writers.
It opens with a surprise phone call from an old university friend, inviting Ian and his wife, Em, for a few days by the sea. Their hosts, Ollie and Daisy, are a glamorous couple. And the scene is set for sunlit relaxation and cheerful reminiscence. But dangerous tensions quickly emerge.
In vivid, careful prose, Blake Morrison perfectly conveys the stifling atmosphere of a remote cottage in the hottest days of summer. Troubling revelations from Ian's past slowly intrude. And his rivalry with Ollie intensifies as they resurrect a seemingly forgotten bet made twenty years before. Each day becomes a series of challenges for higher and higher stakes, setting in motion actions that will have irreversible consequences.
The Last Weekend is a beautifully crafted page-turner, where little can be taken for granted, and nothing is quite as it seems. It offers a dark, haunting tale of friendship, sexual passion and jealousy - and confirms Blake Morrison as one of Britain's most unpredictable and talented writers.
272 pages, Hardcover
First published April 27, 2010
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Blake Morrison
75 books65 followersBlake Morrison was educated at Nottingham University, McMaster University and University College, London. After working for the Times Literary Supplement, he went on to become literary editor of both The Observer and the Independent on Sunday before becoming a full-time writer in 1995.
A Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, and former Chair of the Poetry Book Society and Vice-Chair of PEN, Blake has written fiction, poetry, journalism, literary criticism and libretti, as well as adapting plays for the stage. His best-known works are probably his two memoirs, "And When Did You Last See Your Father?" and "Things My Mother Never Told Me."
Since 2003, Blake has been Professor of Creative and Life Writing at Goldsmiths College. He lives in south London, with his wife and three children.
A Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, and former Chair of the Poetry Book Society and Vice-Chair of PEN, Blake has written fiction, poetry, journalism, literary criticism and libretti, as well as adapting plays for the stage. His best-known works are probably his two memoirs, "And When Did You Last See Your Father?" and "Things My Mother Never Told Me."
Since 2003, Blake has been Professor of Creative and Life Writing at Goldsmiths College. He lives in south London, with his wife and three children.
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February 25, 2017
The Last Weekend is a tense, fast-moving book, following the events in one long weekend in the life of four old friends. Ollie and Daisy, the 'golden couple', have invited Ian and Em - poorer, dowdier, less accomplished and, at least as far as Ian is concerned, more unfortunate in every way - to a remote country lodge for a brief holiday. As the weekend progresses, old rivalries resurface as Ian and Ollie resurrect a seemingly innocuous bet which, in fact, has darker undertones.
Ian is about as unreliable as narrators get. As the plot progresses and more is revealed about his true nature, his character crosses the line from brilliantly twisted into genuinely terrifying: not only he is a devious, manipulative, delusional liar, he's capable of as well. I was horribly fascinated by Ian and the whole saga of his involvement with Ollie and Daisy was like a car crash I couldn't look away from. At times I actually felt sickened by what was happening, but I couldn't stop reading the book because I was desperate to know how it would all end.
I wish I could write more comprehensively about how this book affected me, as I was absolutely captivated by it, but I borrowed it from the library and I can't remember many specific reference points now. Suffice to say that if you love unreliable narrators, you will love this: it's disturbing and unpleasant in parts, but highly compelling - I couldn't put it down.
Ian is about as unreliable as narrators get. As the plot progresses and more is revealed about his true nature, his character crosses the line from brilliantly twisted into genuinely terrifying: not only he is a devious, manipulative, delusional liar, he's capable of as well. I was horribly fascinated by Ian and the whole saga of his involvement with Ollie and Daisy was like a car crash I couldn't look away from. At times I actually felt sickened by what was happening, but I couldn't stop reading the book because I was desperate to know how it would all end.
I wish I could write more comprehensively about how this book affected me, as I was absolutely captivated by it, but I borrowed it from the library and I can't remember many specific reference points now. Suffice to say that if you love unreliable narrators, you will love this: it's disturbing and unpleasant in parts, but highly compelling - I couldn't put it down.
October 20, 2017
An entertaining, well written and fabulous take on the unreliable narrator here.
I watched the TV drama a few years ago and am so glad I picked up the novel, which explores the complex relationship between two very different couples during a long weekend break in Suffolk.
I'm left with so many questions after reading this and I know I'll be mulling them over for a while, which is a sign of a very good book indeed.
This is so cleverly written and subtlety chilling, it has crawled right under my skin. I can't recommend it too highly.
I watched the TV drama a few years ago and am so glad I picked up the novel, which explores the complex relationship between two very different couples during a long weekend break in Suffolk.
I'm left with so many questions after reading this and I know I'll be mulling them over for a while, which is a sign of a very good book indeed.
This is so cleverly written and subtlety chilling, it has crawled right under my skin. I can't recommend it too highly.
July 26, 2017
I'm really disappointed. People used words like tense, compelling, suspenseful. And I got more like boring, predictable, and non-thrilling.
August 9, 2019
My one star is for the fact that the dog doesn't die...
April 3, 2015
It's a sort of very low key horror story narrated from the point of the monster, which (and I'm hardly the first person here to draw the connection) reminds me more than a little of early Ian McEwan. The 'monster' in question is the narrator, Ian Goade, who tells the story of a bank holiday weekend away, with his old university friend Ollie and their respective partners, Em and Daisy.
In some ways, it's a brave move to narrate a whole novel from the perspective of someone who is rather self-important and, whom it becomes gradually clearer as the story unwinds, is both an unreliable narrator and utterly delusional as regards how he is seen by everyone else in the story. The question of to what extent he is delusional, as opposed to simply trying to present his own actions in the best light, is a consistent theme of the book. It could easily have read as a creative writing exercise, but for me it worked. Morrison draws the different elements of the story together well to create a page-turner where the sense of creeping dread gradually builds. The setting – a run down old country house in a village in the Fens so insignificant it doesn't appear on any map, and the weather, at first stiflingly stickily hot and later stormy and torrentially wet (it does take place on the August bank holiday after all) was well done.
The contrast between Ollie, a high-flying lawyer and his art-dealer wife Daisy and Ian, a primary school teacher and his social worker wife Em works well enough, and perhaps explains why this book has been described as a kind of companion piece to his South of the River which documented the early years of the new-Labour era. But really, what kept me hooked was the relationship between the two central characters, Ian and his old friend Ollie, as they competed to honour an old bet – a sporting challenge – which got played for ever increasing stakes. High stakes, at least for Ian, for whom a sense of social inferiority to his richer more successful friend is magnified by his gambling addiction and consequent money problems. There's a sense of unsettled scores coming to the surface, but in a way, there's something childish about Ian and Ollie's rivalry and what the sporting contest between the two reminded me of more than anything was the kind of highly competitive, slightly hostile friendships I had with a few friends back in my mid-teens.
As the plot develops, one question that kept coming to mind was why Ollie, who, at least as seen through Ian's eyes is socially better adjusted and more successful, had remained on friendly terms with his strange sad-sack friend Ian in the first place. There are little hints dropped throughout the story that Ollie may not be all he seems either. The passing references to his abortive year at Sandhurst after he left school, and his garbled and contradictory account of his earlier visit to the house as a child, which had resulted in the death of his father. Then there's the early 'reveal' that he's dying of cancer...except this doesn't stop him providing stern competition in Ian and Ollie's sporting contest, and there are consistent hints that this may be nothing more than fantasy.
The book isn't without its problems. I felt the ending was rather formulaic and predictable and I was a little frustrated that so many of the loose ends were just left hanging. Where was Ollie and Daisy's teenage son disappearing off to all night long? And was Mr Quarles, the old man who visits them towards the end and casts doubt on Ollie's story of having been at the house back in 1976 even real? What had so upset Daisy on the Saturday night when Ian found her lying on the couch on her own in tears? I couldn't help wondering if there was less to the book than it seemed by the time I'd finished it, but a strange, unsettling read nonetheless.
In some ways, it's a brave move to narrate a whole novel from the perspective of someone who is rather self-important and, whom it becomes gradually clearer as the story unwinds, is both an unreliable narrator and utterly delusional as regards how he is seen by everyone else in the story. The question of to what extent he is delusional, as opposed to simply trying to present his own actions in the best light, is a consistent theme of the book. It could easily have read as a creative writing exercise, but for me it worked. Morrison draws the different elements of the story together well to create a page-turner where the sense of creeping dread gradually builds. The setting – a run down old country house in a village in the Fens so insignificant it doesn't appear on any map, and the weather, at first stiflingly stickily hot and later stormy and torrentially wet (it does take place on the August bank holiday after all) was well done.
The contrast between Ollie, a high-flying lawyer and his art-dealer wife Daisy and Ian, a primary school teacher and his social worker wife Em works well enough, and perhaps explains why this book has been described as a kind of companion piece to his South of the River which documented the early years of the new-Labour era. But really, what kept me hooked was the relationship between the two central characters, Ian and his old friend Ollie, as they competed to honour an old bet – a sporting challenge – which got played for ever increasing stakes. High stakes, at least for Ian, for whom a sense of social inferiority to his richer more successful friend is magnified by his gambling addiction and consequent money problems. There's a sense of unsettled scores coming to the surface, but in a way, there's something childish about Ian and Ollie's rivalry and what the sporting contest between the two reminded me of more than anything was the kind of highly competitive, slightly hostile friendships I had with a few friends back in my mid-teens.
As the plot develops, one question that kept coming to mind was why Ollie, who, at least as seen through Ian's eyes is socially better adjusted and more successful, had remained on friendly terms with his strange sad-sack friend Ian in the first place. There are little hints dropped throughout the story that Ollie may not be all he seems either. The passing references to his abortive year at Sandhurst after he left school, and his garbled and contradictory account of his earlier visit to the house as a child, which had resulted in the death of his father. Then there's the early 'reveal' that he's dying of cancer...except this doesn't stop him providing stern competition in Ian and Ollie's sporting contest, and there are consistent hints that this may be nothing more than fantasy.
The book isn't without its problems. I felt the ending was rather formulaic and predictable and I was a little frustrated that so many of the loose ends were just left hanging. Where was Ollie and Daisy's teenage son disappearing off to all night long? And was Mr Quarles, the old man who visits them towards the end and casts doubt on Ollie's story of having been at the house back in 1976 even real? What had so upset Daisy on the Saturday night when Ian found her lying on the couch on her own in tears? I couldn't help wondering if there was less to the book than it seemed by the time I'd finished it, but a strange, unsettling read nonetheless.
July 26, 2016
Ian tells the story from his point of view. He introduces us to his life and his friends. Right from the start he might not be a sympathetic narrator but he appears like an alright guy who has strong opinions we, as reader, might not agree with; he confesses about his bad habits like online poker and sounds weary of his little corner of the world and his place in it but he doesn't have the energy either to do anything to improve his situation.
Or so it appears at first.
His friendship with Ollie is burdened by a slight jealousy from Ian but he loosens the sharpness of his acrid commentary with lengthy explanations, musings and a joke here and there.
And yet something is off, something about him doesn't want to sit right and layer by layer this impression gets explained the further the story goes on.
Slowly, with every further page turned, Ian's true personality shines through. He is obsessed with winning, with numbers, with feeling underappreciated, with always finding the grass on the other site of the fence greener, more tempting, more delicious.
Ian develops from an average guy into a terrible person, he becomes a narrator we learn to despise and that is what I find extradordinary about the book. Usually the narrator is someone we are supposed to like or identify with (there are exceptions, I know) or build at least a relationship with that we can comprehend their actions, understand their motivations. Ian however grows into a horrible person with every new layer he himself peels back.
His entire mask unravels and what remains at the end is a disturbing (as well as disturbed) and ugly person. All his lies - although he never realises or accepts them as such himself - are dismantled and the truth is unfurled.
I found myself wondering how I was ever able to feel sympathy for such a nasty piece of work and that makes the novel so interesting and - in my humble opinion - a genius piece of writing.
The only thing I didn't like yet I agree was important to get behind the way Ian's brain works, were the extremely lengthy and detailed descriptions of his and Ollie's sportive activities (namely golf and tennis). That's however a personal matter since I have zero knowledge about neither golf nor tennis and was unable to generate an image in my head matching with the description on the page in front of me.
On a sidenote: The television drama - staring Shaun Evans as Ian, Rupert Penry-Jones as Ollie, Claire Keelan as Em and Genevieve O'Reilly as Daisy - is definitely worth a watch, alone for the great acting of Shaun Evans, but the book offers the better story arch and - telling.
Or so it appears at first.
His friendship with Ollie is burdened by a slight jealousy from Ian but he loosens the sharpness of his acrid commentary with lengthy explanations, musings and a joke here and there.
And yet something is off, something about him doesn't want to sit right and layer by layer this impression gets explained the further the story goes on.
Slowly, with every further page turned, Ian's true personality shines through. He is obsessed with winning, with numbers, with feeling underappreciated, with always finding the grass on the other site of the fence greener, more tempting, more delicious.
Ian develops from an average guy into a terrible person, he becomes a narrator we learn to despise and that is what I find extradordinary about the book. Usually the narrator is someone we are supposed to like or identify with (there are exceptions, I know) or build at least a relationship with that we can comprehend their actions, understand their motivations. Ian however grows into a horrible person with every new layer he himself peels back.
His entire mask unravels and what remains at the end is a disturbing (as well as disturbed) and ugly person. All his lies - although he never realises or accepts them as such himself - are dismantled and the truth is unfurled.
I found myself wondering how I was ever able to feel sympathy for such a nasty piece of work and that makes the novel so interesting and - in my humble opinion - a genius piece of writing.
The only thing I didn't like yet I agree was important to get behind the way Ian's brain works, were the extremely lengthy and detailed descriptions of his and Ollie's sportive activities (namely golf and tennis). That's however a personal matter since I have zero knowledge about neither golf nor tennis and was unable to generate an image in my head matching with the description on the page in front of me.
On a sidenote: The television drama - staring Shaun Evans as Ian, Rupert Penry-Jones as Ollie, Claire Keelan as Em and Genevieve O'Reilly as Daisy - is definitely worth a watch, alone for the great acting of Shaun Evans, but the book offers the better story arch and - telling.
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May 4, 2020
1.5*
(CW: sexual assault) I’ll be honest, I’m still not sure whether or not this book had a plot... Not a lot happened other than the main character whined for 272 pages straight. The main character was an awful person and never took the blame for anything he did wrong: lying to his wife, hurting a student, sexually assaulting a “friend”. If you want to hear about how a man is being beaten down by the world around him and that nothing is his fault, despite being a total jerk and shitty person, then you may enjoy this. Otherwise, give it a pass.
(CW: sexual assault) I’ll be honest, I’m still not sure whether or not this book had a plot... Not a lot happened other than the main character whined for 272 pages straight. The main character was an awful person and never took the blame for anything he did wrong: lying to his wife, hurting a student, sexually assaulting a “friend”. If you want to hear about how a man is being beaten down by the world around him and that nothing is his fault, despite being a total jerk and shitty person, then you may enjoy this. Otherwise, give it a pass.
August 6, 2023
Best known for his memoirs and journalism, Morrison's other novels to date have been comparative duds (especially that turgid puddle of self-indulgence that was South of the River).
This is more economical, and all the better for it. It's a psychological thriller that combines intelligence with page-turning suspense. It is also scrupulously realistic.
Why did it take him so long?
This is more economical, and all the better for it. It's a psychological thriller that combines intelligence with page-turning suspense. It is also scrupulously realistic.
Why did it take him so long?
May 25, 2021
Quite a dark and thriller like story. Even though narrator Ian is not at all likeable or reliable, you keep on reading. His dark thoughts, paranoia and delusions are fascinating. Yet I still wonder, and always will, how someone can be so blind and ignore reality.
January 2, 2024
Horribly awkward and gripping right until the last page.
September 10, 2024
A 4.7 rounded to 5 stars. This is my type of story, my type of writing and apart from some tiny niggles it was close to perfect.
The ending was slightly rushed for me and I wanted a bit more about the house owner, a bit more reflection on the past holiday. I did need to know if the dog would be ok so I had anxiety I could have done without.
Put me down for Blake's course at Goldsmith.
The ending was slightly rushed for me and I wanted a bit more about the house owner, a bit more reflection on the past holiday. I did need to know if the dog would be ok so I had anxiety I could have done without.
Put me down for Blake's course at Goldsmith.
October 16, 2011
A classic of example of the unreliable narrator. There are times in this book when you just cringe at how much Ian gets it wrong. It's cringeworthy but makes for a compelling read.
Ian and Em are working class and considerably poorer than the golden couple Ollie and Daisey. They are invited for a reunion in a country house for a weekend.
Very carefully and slowly, things are revealed. The country house is perhaps the scene of a previous tragedy. Ian is a complete nutter, with a back story of abusing one of his pupils, gambling and having a massive thing for Daisey, who he went out with for one date back at uni.
The prose is unsettling as Ian's recollections and justifications do not match the horrible truth of what really happened. Very well handled and reaches its nadir on a drunken saturday night.
We add into this story the revelation that Ollie has a tumour and the competitive nature of their relationship is realised as they take on a stupid bet that gets out of control.
Quick read and a real page turner. Reminded me more of McEwan and enjoyed more than South of The River. Recommended.
Ian and Em are working class and considerably poorer than the golden couple Ollie and Daisey. They are invited for a reunion in a country house for a weekend.
Very carefully and slowly, things are revealed. The country house is perhaps the scene of a previous tragedy. Ian is a complete nutter, with a back story of abusing one of his pupils, gambling and having a massive thing for Daisey, who he went out with for one date back at uni.
The prose is unsettling as Ian's recollections and justifications do not match the horrible truth of what really happened. Very well handled and reaches its nadir on a drunken saturday night.
We add into this story the revelation that Ollie has a tumour and the competitive nature of their relationship is realised as they take on a stupid bet that gets out of control.
Quick read and a real page turner. Reminded me more of McEwan and enjoyed more than South of The River. Recommended.
May 20, 2017
This reminded me of Herman Koch's The Dinner. It's almost compulsive, the way it pulls you on despite yourself. I really didn't enjoy getting to know these characters, they made me feel uncomfortable, their paranoia and judgement oozes off the page and feels infectious. However, I needed to know what happened next and, more importantly, I needed to know who was lying, who was twisting the truth and whether these people were as unpleasant as I thought.
I really enjoyed the way the characters set up the class divide and played on it and on our presumptions of who, in the world of haves and have-nots, we should side with.
I really enjoyed the way the characters set up the class divide and played on it and on our presumptions of who, in the world of haves and have-nots, we should side with.
August 19, 2012
The Last Weekend is a decent thriller and an interesting portrait of the banality of evil. But it left me with a sense of, yeah, and...?
Other reviewers have compared Blake Morrison to Ian McEwan and I think the comparison is well-taken. McEwan's novels -- and this Morrison one, too -- tend to have a quality of a writing exercise about them ("write a novel from the perspective of an unreliable, unlikeable narrator"). I mean... A+ on the writing assignment and all, but I like my novels with a little more life to them.
Other reviewers have compared Blake Morrison to Ian McEwan and I think the comparison is well-taken. McEwan's novels -- and this Morrison one, too -- tend to have a quality of a writing exercise about them ("write a novel from the perspective of an unreliable, unlikeable narrator"). I mean... A+ on the writing assignment and all, but I like my novels with a little more life to them.
October 24, 2014
Had this on audiobook and still couldn't get through it. Terrible characters, with the main character being a total shit, and there is no chance of any empathy towards him or the others in this dirge of a book. By the third chapter I couldn't care less about them or their bet and the guy picked to narrate the book seems to have been selected for his condescending tone of voice, which irritated even more. Maybe this book is better if you read it yourself but I doubt it.
May 6, 2023
There was nothing delightful, thrilling, or funny about this book, contrary to some of the blurbs on the cover. None of the characters was even remotely likable, maybe apart from the dog. The narrator was a creepy, patronising, entitled shit, possibly also a rapist. The bet itself that the book is apparently centred around, was completely inconsequential. Waste of time.
September 9, 2012
I watched the first episode of a mini-series and had to read the book to find out what happened. Well written but none of the characters are likeable and the narrator is unreliable. It actually got more interesting towards the end as it turned into a thriller but that's my preference :)
February 27, 2019
Billed as ‘creep, compelling’, ‘delightfully twisted’, and ‘a suspenseful thriller’, I was looking forward to reading this book. The blurb is enticing and does its job wonderfully. Ot sells the story to you. And there the enjoyment for me ends. I get that the narrator, Ian, is disturbed and quite a manipulative character and Morrison has written him to make readers feel uneasy. However, I feel the story lacked credibility and the plot was tenuous at best.
In large parts of the book I felt that Morrison had merely read encyclopaedia entries for various activities and adapted them slightly for the book. You are taken through cricket, tennis and cycling with unnecessary detail, a tutorial almost, and Ian’s gambling addiction is completely stereotypical and predictable.
For me there was no ‘shocking denouement’ but rather an anticlimactic feeling that I’d been taken on a bit of a wild goose chase.
In large parts of the book I felt that Morrison had merely read encyclopaedia entries for various activities and adapted them slightly for the book. You are taken through cricket, tennis and cycling with unnecessary detail, a tutorial almost, and Ian’s gambling addiction is completely stereotypical and predictable.
For me there was no ‘shocking denouement’ but rather an anticlimactic feeling that I’d been taken on a bit of a wild goose chase.
January 30, 2018
I felt almost as if I was reading an Ian McEwan book with Blake Morrison's The Last Weekend. The atmosphere was chilling, thanks to a well described setting, and the suspense with protagonist Ian's narration is carried through well. The backstory was well placed and interesting - in fact there's more backstory than present day story. I couldn't fault the book and I couldn't put it down, but I didn't like (or identify with) any of the characters. It was my slow-dawning horror that made me read on. I had to know how it ended. It was easy to read, with lots of action: this psychological thriller is probably popular with a wide audience. It was interesting to compare this novel with Blake Morrison's wonderful poetry - I would never have guessed he was a poet if I'd read this novel first.
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April 25, 2020Ooh, I don't mean to be a dick but I really did not enjoy this book whatsoever, hence why it took me so long to read. I didn't like the narrator - which is kind of the point, I think - but he was just a bog-standard boringly shit bloke rather than being dislikable in any particularly interesting way. I didn't like the long descriptions of golf/tennis/swimming that had conversation interspersed through them; I do not need my dialogue couched in a cricket tutorial. I wasn't invested in this weird bet thing Ian and Ollie had going on, which really may as well have not been in the book and little would have been different. And more generally I just thought the style of writing was kinda shit. Ouch! Not the book for me, evidently. Onwards!
September 12, 2018
I didn't realise at first that this book was from the view point of an unreliable narrator, which annoyed me as I thought the first "mistake" was due to sloppy writing, a real pet hate. Thankfully by the second (that I noticed anyway) I realised what was going on. I don't think I've read/listening to a book like this before, but I enjoyed it much more than I thought I would. Its hard to describe what is enjoyable about it, as the character are all highly unlikable, but I couldn't wait to see how it unfolded. This is my first Blake Morrison book, I doubt it will be my last.
June 9, 2025
A pretty average thriller.
It’s an easy, fast read with a straightforward plot and a few blunt revelations. I enjoyed the overall setup, but it felt like a constant build-up that never really paid off.
A lot of key questions were left hanging—like Ian's hearing, what actually happened with Daisy, or any real insight into Em’s past or the prologue.
In the end, all we're left with is the reflection of a broken man, and not much else.
It’s an easy, fast read with a straightforward plot and a few blunt revelations. I enjoyed the overall setup, but it felt like a constant build-up that never really paid off.
A lot of key questions were left hanging—like Ian's hearing, what actually happened with Daisy, or any real insight into Em’s past or the prologue.
In the end, all we're left with is the reflection of a broken man, and not much else.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
November 11, 2020
Maybe it isn't fair for me to rate this after only reading 43 pages. On the other hand, I've only read 43 pages and I can already more or less tell exactly where this book goes, already despise the narrator, and already know I don't care about anyone in this story. It says nothing about its themes that have not already been said in more subtle and captivating ways, in my opinion.
April 1, 2020
I just couldn't finish reading this. I stopped at 60%, nothing really happens there, golf game in great detail and "friends" that hardly seem like friends at all.. Maybe all interesting stuff is reserved for the ending, in that case, too bad.
July 12, 2023
Short and sweet in length this book was perfect to read for my holiday trip to Barcelona. The story is slow and erie but it creates a suspense that keeps you reading somehow. Not a bad one and I liked how the main character is from Derbyshire!
June 2, 2024
as a 14 year old i personally didnt enjoy this book, the plot is good but it was badly written and could have been a lot better. the plot twist at the end was really good but i feel it could have been more dramatised
September 10, 2017
This book was very different from what I was expecting. I had a hard time putting it down as I just wanted to keep watching the events that transpired. Very good book. I would recommend it!
March 25, 2018
Having a modern day Othello re-told by Iago is an interesting idea but this is pretty clunky.
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August 7, 2018
Not often a main character, presents himself as such a pain in the tail but it’s an interesting and embarrassingly believable angle. Entertaining.
December 31, 2018
A psychological thriller with a slow build up set in a rural English country side.
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