The Book Tower

Something called Airport Exclusives turned my holiday reading schedule upside down. This is a scheme where UK hardbacks are sold as exclusive paperback editions only in airports. And only in airport space or when you have gone through security or whatever the correct term is. Anyway, this year I was overcome by temptation and bought Engleby, the latest by Sebastian Faulks, and The End of Mr Y, a strange novel by an author called Scarlett Thomas.

Engleby was excellent and I’m going to come back to it at a later date to do it justice. The End of Mr Y came with blurb by Philip Pullman and Jonathan Coe. If it’s good enough for them it’s good enough for me – although I finished the book somewhat perplexed. Nethertheless, I’m also going to deliver full and honest justice at a later date.

By the way, I also finished The Honorary Consul which was marred slightly by the fact that I couldn’t get Michael Caine and Richard Gere out of my mind from the film version. But at a later date … okay, you get the drift.