Ian McEwan
Ian McEwan’s latest novel, as told by a fetus
Nutshell requires a leap of faith, and delivers a ripping good time
Clinical detachment prevails in Ian McEwan’s latest novel
Book review: The Children Act
Spying with McEwan’s eye
In a new book, MI5 sets its sights on a writer who has interesting parallels to the author’s life
Review: The upright piano player
Book by David Abbott
Are we letting slip our stories?
Over the summer, I was able to spend some time with three great books: On Chesil Beach by Ian McEwan, Shalimar the Clown by Salman Rushdie and, most recently, Herzog by Saul Bellow. All three, coming highly recommended by friends whose judgment have my utmost respect, shone for me. And this is not to say that I’ve actually finished all (or any) of them. Anyone familiar with my restless reading habits knows that only rarely do I ever finish a book – and never in a timely fashion.