A review by dajna
The Dwarves of Death by Jonathan Coe

3.0

Britons love music. William is a pretty decent keyboard player, stuck with a debatable band. He met Madelaine while playing solo and fell in love with her, but her appreciation for Andrew Lloyd Webber is the starting point for their breakup.
I didn't like Madelaine, I didn't understand her. She seems spoiled somehow (the rich kid for a Pulp song who want to experiment with common people) and she doesn't love him at all. He, on the other hand, is not better. A little too lost in his own world, made of obscured punk bands from the 70s.
William witnesses a murder, escape, feel attracted by another woman, who will be involved with an attempted murder of William's roommate's boyfriends. London is not so big after all. I enjoyed the way William morph the world to fix his expectations somehow. I do that too, sometimes, and we both know we're just playing dumb. But it helps coping with stupid human beings, so I guess it's ok, as long as we don't abuse it