Saturday, book review. (Ian McEwan)

I do like the way Ian McEwan writes; he seems to make the mundane almost interesting, and it's exactly what he's done in his book, Saturday.

The simple preparation of an evening dinner, is one of my favourite scenes in the book (for want of a better expression) and his expert grasp of the English language, even makes a journey to the corner shop interesting.

Told over a single Saturday, we wake early with our custodian for the day, a Neurosurgeon living in the centre of London, and follow him through the trials and tribulations of the day.

There's an anti-war protest to throw us off the scent, a daughter returning from Paris, which brings much drama, and the squash match to end all squash matches.

I've never played squash (because I'm too lazy), but I felt the sweat running down my back after reading that scene and the surgery performed was eloquently described. 

An altercation with a thug near the beginning of the story, comes to a heady climax near the end and is the main backbone of the book. Back story to support his father-in-laws inevitable candour, a pregnant daughter and a wife he adores (and makes love to twice in one day), fills in the blanks.

Better that Solar, but not as good as Sweet tooth, it earns a very solid three and a half stars. 

A good solid book then, and like most of Ian McEwan's books, a quick read.