It's a clever book, cleverly and very self-consciously written and the self-consciousness of the author is embodied in the character of Jeremy, the supposed narrator. This is what irritates me about the story. This character seems superfluous but he forces himself into the narrative as if this is his story, it really isn't.
It's the story of June and Bernard who are Jeremy's in-laws. We experience their story through the author, via Jeremy and I felt so distanced by this device that I really couldn't enjoy their experiences even though they are very evocative in many places. I wanted to stay in their minds, not be constantly dragged back to Jeremy's every-day domesticities and anxieties, which I really couldn't care less about. I suppose for someone who could empathise with Jeremy it could work, I just found him an unsympathetic character.
I do expect a lot from Ian McEwan's writing because he is so damn good. I know because he often does far better than this. Black Dogs was only his fifth book, but came after the Innocent, which is so much better.
