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Saturday Ian McEwan 9780224072991 Books

Oh, God. You know how your parents always tell you not to say anything if you don't have anything nice to say? I try to adhere to that, but I want to warn people as to what they're getting into.
It should be noted that I wouldn't have chosen to read this book just for fun; instead, it was picked for a book club I participate in. Within the first page you can tell it's going to be rough.
The characters are lifeless, one dimensional portrayals of what is pawned off as modern day life. Each paragraph is exquisite torture as you're left wondering when the hell McEwan will pause to take a breath. Saying the book picks up about halfway through is accurate, but you have to consider that relatively- like an old guy with a cane moves faster than a snail.
Even the musings on Iraq and 9/11 aren't remotely interesting, as you could get an equally insightful view from any drunk man at a bar in New York City.
Any fleeting moments of poignancy are drowned in a shimmering sea of excruciating detail that reads like McEwan wants you to recognize how smart he is.
Good God. All in all, this is a hellish novel that has permanently turned me off of my desire to read Atonement. I wish I could get back the hours spent slogging through this novel.


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Saturday Ian McEwan 9780224072991 Books Reviews

This is a very interesting book. As is the case with works by Ian McEwan you spend a good portion of the book wondering when the explosion will occur. In a sense, McEwan is, in my opinion, attempting to reflect modern anxieties.

This is very much a story of haves vs have nots. Reason vs emotion. It probably will appeal more to Blue States than Red Staters even though it is set in the UK with a pre-Iraq War demonstration as its back drop.

The book deals with the rational world of Henry Perowne, a 48 year old neurosurgeon, married to a lawyer with a daughter who is poet and son who is a jazz musician. It is a rational, comfortable world that because of one instance in the book is bedeviled by the irrational forces that put liberal society at risk on a daily basis. The veneer of civilization is quite thin indeed, regardless of what we imagine. The world is full of ticking time bombs, be they terrorism, crime, or mental disorders.

I am not sure how I would have felt about it, had I read this book nearer its publication date. The rush to war in Iraq, which is depicted in the book seems like a flight into madness and irrational thought. There is no way McEwan could have imagined the full extent of the difficulties in waging war in another part of the world with a different history. The outcome for the Perowne family is much easily resolved. However, I think that McEwan does a great deal in defining what the stakes are and the contemporary threats to civilization.
Saturday revolves around Henry Perowne and follows him through one day of his life. It starts out simply enough, with his wife and him going their separate ways to take care of what needs to be done. He is planning to play squash, visit his mother in her nursing home, and cook a meal for his family since his daughter and father-in-law will be coming to town that night. He begins the day watching a plane that has caught fire trail through the sky toward Heathrow, and things from there escalate in a different direction than he planned. It is a confrontation over a traffic accident that completely derails Perowne's day and threatens to destroy his family.

This book was hard to get into. The plot didn't really pick up for me until about page 87 or so, when he has the confrontation. Before that, I was dragging to get through the book. I'm also not sure if I like the main character as he seems very proud of himself and seems to think he knows everything. There weren't really any characters that I truly enjoyed reading about.

I gave the book three stars simply because the writing is so great. The author is inside Perowne's head and does a great job of outlining the weird tangents that a person can get on in their thoughts after hearing a certain word or just experiencing a certain trigger. While this is a tough book to read because the action is not really fast and the character jumps topics a lot, the writing is really great because this a hard type of novel to write. The plot has points that are really interesting and that fly, but for the most part this was just tough to read.
This book was so incredibly slow moving I just had to give up. The narrator had to think about and analyse every minute action that it became painful to read. Pages and pages on why and how he bought his current car, pages and pages on what was going through his head as he walked down the street. I'd read a fair bit of this book when I realised all he had done was wake up in the middle of the night, observe a scene out the widow and get ready to go out for a game of squash. Then I decided life was too short to keep reading. If you are an extremely patient and analytical person with lots of spare time you may find this to be a deep and meaningful read but it's not for me.
Oh, God. You know how your parents always tell you not to say anything if you don't have anything nice to say? I try to adhere to that, but I want to warn people as to what they're getting into.
It should be noted that I wouldn't have chosen to read this book just for fun; instead, it was picked for a book club I participate in. Within the first page you can tell it's going to be rough.
The characters are lifeless, one dimensional portrayals of what is pawned off as modern day life. Each paragraph is exquisite torture as you're left wondering when the hell McEwan will pause to take a breath. Saying the book picks up about halfway through is accurate, but you have to consider that relatively- like an old guy with a cane moves faster than a snail.
Even the musings on Iraq and 9/11 aren't remotely interesting, as you could get an equally insightful view from any drunk man at a bar in New York City.
Any fleeting moments of poignancy are drowned in a shimmering sea of excruciating detail that reads like McEwan wants you to recognize how smart he is.
Good God. All in all, this is a hellish novel that has permanently turned me off of my desire to read Atonement. I wish I could get back the hours spent slogging through this novel.