Amsterdam by Ian McEwan

Another one I took too long to read, and back to his normal fare of unstinting depiction of people making mistakes for who he gives no chance of redemption, didn't feel to me as if it had the heart of his, to me, better works. A bit unsatisfying for the idealist in me. I think I started this but was disappointed and didn't finish it. Hmm, haven't got Saturday or Atonement, or Rose Blanche, must fix that!

AZ: "When good-time, fortysomething Molly Lane dies of an unspecified degenerative illness, her many friends and numerous lovers are led to think about their own mortality. Vernon Halliday, editor of the up-market newspaper The Judge, persuades his old friend Clive Linley, a self-indulgent composer of some reputation, to enter into a euthanasia pact with him. Should either of them succumb to such an illness, the other will effect his death. From this point onwards we are in little doubt as to the novel's outcome--it's only a matter of who will kill whom. In the meantime, compromising photographs of Molly's most distinguished lover, foreign secretary Julian Garmony, have found their way into the hands of the press, and as rumours circulate he teeters on the edge of disgrace. However, this is McEwan, so it is no surprise to find that the rather unsavoury Garmony comes out on top. McEwan is master of the writer's craft, and while this is the sort of novel that wins prizes, his characters remain curiously soulless amidst the twists and turns of plot"