Iain M. Banks

Espedair Street

Gavin

First-person sulking by an ambivalently Scottish, ambivalently Left, ambivalently alive Standard Banks Man. Book aims to study spiritual clumsiness and pop music, ending up in a mid-life crisis at 30. 

Has its moments (“We put a value on what we treasure, and so cheapen it”; this line always gives me goosebumps “her blonde hair slid across the pillow like gold chains over snow (and for an instant I thought Suzanne takes you down…)”).

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