A downtrodden old man remembers his life from horny undergraduate through years as a struggling author to his dog food-eating latter days, in William Boyd’s simultaneously brilliant, infuriating, and often downright ridiculous (though never less than entertaining) adaptation of his own novel, which – despite lasting more than five hours, five hours filled with sex, death, and twentieth century history – often feels rather rushed. Iain.Stott
Thursday, 16 December 2010
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