I bought this book because Juliet Stevenson is such a good reader. The book is well read, but I kept skipping chapters and didn't seem to get anywhere with the story. It dragged on and on. I never did read the last chapter because I just couldn't bear any more. Not recommended.
Pretentious meta-literary claptrap. Not surprising that one of the characters admires John Fowles. I don't. Twelve hours of my life I'll never get back.
Typically brilliant reading wasted on distinctly unbrilliant material.
no- it was too slow of a book to listen to but I might enjoy reading not listening to this.
I have read other Ian McEwan books and enjoyed them. He writes beautiful stories but perhaps they should be read and not listened to.
Average- I have come to realize that I have a hard time listening to narrators with a British accent.
This started out with everything I like -- a good story, excellent writing, some Cold War spy stuff, a central character who pulls you into the action, a setting that evokes an era I remember well.
It all rolls along splendidly with increasing tension and hints of sinister doings. I'm thinking I'm going to read everything Ian McEwan has ever written when wham! A final plot twist so impossible, so unbelievable and so contrived that the entire book just deflates all at once. It's as though McEwan didn't know how to end it and didn't.
I like McEwan's writing enough to give him another try but this was a case of cheating.
We read this as part of our book club and found it disappointing. It wasn't a bad book, but you found yourself often wanting the characters to be better, the plot to be much tighter, and the whole concept less vanilla. It's a sort of twist on spy novel and romance that didn't quite work for me or the other book club members. In my listen, I kept on waiting for something to happen. Not a bad book, just not great.
As usual, McEwan makes great use of language, however, this book is short on plot. He has about enough material for a novella, a story about half as long. The protagonist and narrator, Serena, is not stupid nor intellectually shallow, but she continually defines herself by whatever man she happens to have latched on to. The story goes through a succession of her lovers but focuses primarily on an author and poet. It is hard to understand why he loves her. I'm not saying there are not people like Serena, but I don't find their story or plight interesting. The story drags with long asides and excursions. I cannot say more without spoiling the plot, but I found the way in which the ending is handled really lame--a real cop-out by McEwan.
Well written and well read, this is an interesting story about a woman working for British Intelligence in the 1970s. McEwan does a good job of developing the characters and the story keeps you interested, but it is overall more about the literary device than about real plot. I enjoyed it, but was left wanting a bit more from the story.
Say something about yourself!
I came close to abandoning Sweet Tooth at about the two thirds mark. On the surface, Ian McEwan's Serena Frome is yet another poorly crafted unreliable narrator from the UK's literary in-crowd, but well- it's Ian McEwan so I stuck with it. I suspected the discussion of various 'literary tricks' (Serena's term, not mine) peppered throughout the novel would eventually be applied to this tale of espionage, literature, love and naivete.
I was not disappointed: not really. Those literary discussions do indeed telegraph to the the reader what's really going on: it’s all very clever and exquisitely crafted with not a stitch dropped, a superfluous word or clue misplaced in this literary mystery.
The problem is Serena. My mind accompanied Juliet Stevenson's superb reading of Sweet Tooth with a constant harangue of “what a TWIT!”. In the end, the reader is made privy to the reasons for Serena's utter twitiness, but in order to get there, one suffers through her entire banal, twitty narrative. McEwan made one mistake, holding himself back too much with that voice: he seems to have forgotten the reader in all his clever construction. That one mistake prevents Sweet Tooth from being a masterpiece.
Impressed as I was with Sweet Tooth, the reader has to work too hard to arrive at a resolution to the mystery of Serena Frome.
I'll be more cautious when chosing.
She was great, excellent job.
The ending was clever. It was a nice way to finish a boring story.
Our book club choose this book based on reviews, however, only 5 out of 12 of us were able to finish it.
The great thing about Audiobooks is that I put on my headphones and head out for a run and have to listen.
The main character was just dull. Not worth reading a book about.
The narrator read the main character as a bit haughty, rather than crafty and cunning. The narration might have worked better if the character hadn't seemed like such a naif.
If you liked Atonement, don't assume this will be enjoyable.