Decrepit Lit
Lorna Scott Fox: David Lodge, 8 May 2008
“... an irritable “What? What?” in reply.’ Lodge has set himself a difficult task with this self-portrait of an ordinary man who’s past his prime. In his earlier novels, he personified types or ideas and let the different subjectivities fight it out, with a bit of cheerful tweaking from him. Here, by contrast, he confines himself to one, unrelativised ... ”