I liked Conversations with Friends, and to a lesser extent, Normal People, but I’ve liked the two subsequent novels rather less. I thought Beautiful World was brave to include an unhappily mega-famous novelist, and those rather turgid email essays, but the pastiche Joycean prose of the older brother’s narrative in Intermezzo got on my nerves, and I found his dilemma (choice between the sexy, free-spirited student he pays for, or the ravishingly gorgeous, brilliant, charismatic academic he can’t sleep with since her accident, and who is completely fine with him dividing his favours between them) was pretty standard self-indulgent male fantasy stuff for a female writer of literary fiction…
Also, I think that while you can forgive teenagers and undergraduates for making a pig’s ear of their sex lives, it’s a bit more tiresome in people well into adulthood.