3.82 AVERAGE


I eventually got very tired, which is not a comment on the length of the book but its narration that is sometimes tedious with bursts of what is obviously Johnston’s authorial hand rather than Smallwood’s authoritative presence. An immensely interesting fictional autobiography that could have done, curiously, with a little less artistry—despite the fact that it stands up to Johnston’s insistence that it is a piece of art and not required to be faithful to the “truths” of history.

A very stern 3 stars. I liked it, but I doubt I will willingly return to even the thought of it without frustration and remembrance of a stiff neck



A review that serves as a sort of ode to both Smallwood and Fielding, I think.