Such creepy little children star in this novel and I feel like they violated me. The back cover of my copy says "Ian McEwan excavates the ruins of childhood and uncovers things that most adults have spent a lifetime forgetting -- or denying". Excuse me? MOST adults? What adults are out there hiding the fact that they shoved their dead relative in a cement casing and left them in the basement, while they touched their naked siblings in front of a six year old? And why is Jack such a fucking dick? Jesus christ, no consequences in this world of McEwan's, I tell you (yeah, yeah, I know, the end).
I'm thoroughly creeped out by McEwan now as I think back on all of the other books I've read by him. I feel like he has this weird thing with "naughty" children that's perverse and disturbing. With that said, there's still five (FIVE!?) books left on the list with his name on them. I feel like this is completely unfair of the list and totally biased, but hey, who am I to say.
I mean, I guess he did a good job writing an interesting story that successfully haunts you, but man, I want this book far away from me.
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