am 5. September 2013
I have read quite some books by William Boyd, and I like them a lot. This one I found rather disappointing. The main character remains flat, selfish and unsympathetic. Of course, Boyd has tried to equal Jean-Jacques Rousseau, who had a comparable biography and character. But Boyd's effort to write an equivalent of Rousseau's Confessions, has failed for me. I had to force myself to go on reading.