I read about a third of
Money (1984), and found it enjoyable. I wouldn't call it great though, and doubt that I will ever read anything by Martin Amis again. I think
Money's problem is that, as Amis has said himself, it is a 'voice novel': almost plotless, a series of debauched anecdotes made entertaining by the amusing narrator-protagonist. However, at 454 pages (I reached page 169), it feels too long a novel to be carried mainly by its voice: I found myself losing interest, thinking
Alright, I get it, he drinks a lot and has problems with women, and wants to make lots of money. There are better books out there: I decided to abandon it.
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