Chapter Two wrote:This is a headfuck of an ending. Phooph.
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE EXPLAIN THE ENDING! Your comments imply that you reached pretty much the same conclusion that I did, but I couldn't believe the end was that weak -- phrases like "painted into a corner" and "easy way out" came to mind.
A difficult Crap/Not Crap! I'll say Not Crap by a razor-thin margin. Dude can write his ASS off in terms of diction and style and wit, but he owes a huge amount to Saul Bellow, Joseph Heller, and others, verging on actual plagiarism in at least two instances that I know of; his novels' endings often suck (Money was maybe the most enjoyable read of my life until the end, when I wanted to kick Mr Amis very hard); those plot / narrative gimmicks sometimes seem gratuitous or clumsy to me; and worst of all he strains for moral and intellectual weight like nobody I've ever seen, even though his gifts are so clearly for fantastically entertaining prose, some sharp insights here and there, AND NOT A LOT ELSE. And Yellow Dog was crap. Still, even at his most annoying, his writing is never less than a pleasure to read.
Has anyone read his short story in the current New Yorker, written from the point of view of one of the 9/11 hijackers? I probably will even though I expect it contains everything that irritates me about his stuff.
His memoir, Experience, is really good, and his father Kingsley Amis's first novel, Lucky Jim, is hilarious.