At Last, the US reviews
We haven’t heard a lot from Edward St Aubyn recently. Despite rave reviews, his name was a glaring omission from the Man Booker and Costa Prize long lists. But he’s currently whipping up a frenzy Stateside; fearsome Michiko Kakutani in The New York Times is a fan of the Melrose series:
The books are written with an utterly idiosyncratic combination of emotional precision, crystalline observation and black humor, as if one of Evelyn Waugh’s wicked satires about British aristos had been mashed up with a searing memoir of abuse and addiction, and injected with Proustian meditations on the workings of memory and time.
Read all reviews here (including James Wood in the New Yorker) and a classically themed round-up on the Spectator blog.
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