I’ve not read Ian McEwan for many years; the imminent release of Saturday (read an extract) will not have me rushing to remedy this. “February 2003. As the largest anti-war demonstration in Britain’s history gathers, Henry Perowne, a neurosurgeon living in central London, sets off to his weekly squash game.” FFS. As Steve says, “Here we have a narrative of complete control where the only doubt is the contemptible liberal umming-and-arring of a character designed to justify the inexcusable open-mindedness to Blair’s criminal war by writers like Ian McEwan and other journalists.” Liberalism: an equivocation over modalities of control and abuse masquerading as tolerance.
Follow-up post here.