After I blogged the BBC Book Meme a friend loaned me a number of books I hand’t yet read. I remember starting this book years ago, but didn’t get very far. Judging by the amount of promiscuity in the novel (and some fairly graphic descriptions of same) it’s probably good that I waited to come back to it!
It took me a long time to get into this book: there are a lot of characters, and it takes a while to get going. It has an asynchronous timeline, and keeps returning to the same plot points from different points of view. It manages to inhabit a world of agonising bureaucracy but keep a better sense of humour than Kafka – even in the face of actual despair and suffering.
It’s a worthy member of the “greatest novel of the 20th century” club.