Sunday, 12 December 2010

The Green Man by Kingsley Amis

After two fairly ghoulish works about communism and nazism, a ghoulish novel about ghouls, and a first-class one too. What Amis is terribly good at is making his hero flawed enough to be recognisable, but not so flawed as to be monstrous. This book has laughs, and has shivers, and has thoughtfulness. There is even a longish conversation, a la Dostoevesky, between the hero and God (who is described as being "about 28 years old"). Reminded me powerfully, in its depiction of a certain kind of Englishness - rural, pagan, mysterious - of the novels of P.M. Hubbard.

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