On Sunday I had lunch with my daughter. We talked about all the books she is reading and wants to read. We went to a book shop and I told her I was reading too many books already to think about buying another. She said “Buy one and start it straight away. You could read it as well.” She has boundless enthusiasm.
So I bought Disgrace by J.M. Coetzee and I read it on the way home.
I’m very glad I did. It is very refreshing to read a book about human beings for a change. It is written with a heartfelt simplicity and is the perfect antidote to the coruscating cleverness of Martin Amis in London Fields.
I keep wanting to parody Martin Amis. I feel he is wasting my time. I don’t feel like that about J.M. Coetzee. You can’t parody sincerity.