Trudy has betrayed her husband, John. She’s still in the marital home — a dilapidated, priceless London townhouse — but not with John. Instead, she’s with his brother, the profoundly banal Claude, and the two of them have a plan. But there is a witness to their plot: the inquisitive, nine-month-old resident of Trudy’s womb..
Our womb based narrator is smart, witty and (oddly) worldly. He has learned by listening to his mother’s radio programs and doesn’t hold back sharing his views on the state of society at large.
Being pregnant myself I found the story and delivery particularly amusing. I’m also a huge Ian McEwan fan. This is definitely a book to liven up the usual list of stale pregnancy reads!
“In the middle of a long, quiet night I might give my mother a sharp kick. She’ll wake, become insomniac, reach for the radio. Cruel sport, I know, but we are both better informed by the morning.”
“However close you get to others, you can never get inside them, even when you’re inside them.”
MY RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
PUBLISHED: 2016
GENRE: Literary
PAGES: 199
