I'm 3/4 of the way through this year's Booker Prize winning book and I'm really battling to enjoy it. I know it's deliberately meant to examine what it is to be Jewish... but for goodness' sake... every minute deviation in the story is accompanied by so many angst-ridden, soul-searching questions on 'Finklerishness' that if my eyes roll any further up into my head they may never come back down. 'Comic' novel is also a slightly optimistic description....think 'Last of the Summer Wine' on tranquilisers.
Am I being unkind? Missing the point? Or is there a knack to seeing the funny side of Jacobson's work? Anyone?....