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![]() ![]() ![]() He’s learnt the tunes of the culture he’s immersed himself within – literally, in the case of the Mozart piece he has a stab at sight-reading, but also the art in the nice houses, the right novelists, the furniture his father buys and sells – but he can never be an insider. He’s constantly out of his depth: when he appears to be keeping his head above the water, he isn’t really. One of the things I like about it now is Nick Guest, and the way he tries to fit into a social milieu that is, at heart, indifferent to him. I first read this six or seven years ago when it had just won the Booker Prize and I can remember enjoying it then. ![]()
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