

McEwan, through the dialogue between our hero Henry Perowne (by his own definition a very unliterary person) and his very literary poet-daughter, has a dig at the magic realists. This site is replete with many excellent novels that do not conform, because there is essentially non-fiction disguised as fiction, because of authorial interjection, no plot or subverted plot, satire and for many other reasons. Like the classical symphony, the novel has a very strict structure, which is why (like the classical symphony) so many writers have tried to subvert it (and often succeeded). Maybe this is the time and place to review what the novel is about, by which I mean the (more or less) literary novel. Who said book people can’t be real bitches? So is this book worthy or just McEwan phoning it in? This, of course, turned the criticism on Banville, with many people saying his book was not worthy. When the book was nominated for the Man Booker Prize, the controversy resurfaced and became a tad ironic when the aforementioned Banville won the prize over McEwan. John Banville called it a dismayingly bad book. Others felt that he was cashing in on the anti-Blair, anti-Iraq War thing. Some said that, frankly, it wasn’t up to his usual standard. This book caused a certain amount of controversy when first published. Home » England » Ian McEwan » Saturday Ian McEwan: Saturday
