Toby Litt is considered to be, by many critics, the best english author of the new english (young) prose. And this book represents him in the best light that it can. This is the story about four boys the live and grow in the small town in England called Amplewick. It's the story of their growth, both physical, and pshychological, it's the story of the obsession with war, obsessions with fight, and most of all it is the story of broken ideals, of friendship raised in an unnatural circumstances, and last but but not the least, it is the story of lack of communication, and of effects that it can have on unprepared minds (and who could ever be prepared for such thing).
Written in two sepparate forms, of retospective monologue, and storyteling with spotlight on one of the main characters (spotlight changes as novel progresses), with excellent language skills, and nostalgic sidenote, mixed with fury which cannot be witheld inside himself (author has integrated himself in his character), this is indeed example of good literature.
Though maybe not so hard to understand as some of the recent alegoric novels, this book keeps his reader constantly on the seat, not with the story but more with the growing feeling of discomfort, and perverse anticipation of "what will happen next and why at all would I want to know that?"
Masterpiece of it's own, everyone should try to read it and to understand it. It is not just plain writting without anything behind the words which became very popular in modern literature. But deffinitely it is not a book for summer vacation, or a light break from work. It is a book that needs to be enjoyed upon.