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The Perfect Fool by Stewart Lee

Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts

Horse Destroys The Universe by Cyriak Harris

Lincoln In The Bardo by George Saunders

The Red Men by Matthew De Abaitua

The Dinner by Herman Koch

To cut a long story short(ish), I’d left Will Self at home by mistake (or rather, because it’s a hardback and my pannier bags were stuffed with other work-related detritus) and was struggling to overcome the temptation to simply watch crap television on the iPad during my lunch break, when I remembered I could access my Kindle library through the app. So, I went through the library to the earliest downloaded novel (ignoring yet again the interminably long list of out-of-copyright, free-to-download ‘classics’ I’d grabbed the second I got my e-reader and may never, ever look at again) and opened her up.
Thankfully, somehow, my brain has redacted in its entirety the truly awful film version of this novel. No, no, please don’t even tap it into Google or Bing or whatever. It’s a total shit fest. How low Richard Gere has fallen…. And he dragged Steve Coogan down with him too. There was every chance that, had I remembered watching its fully majestic calamity, I would have deleted the e-book …

Umbrella by Will Self

I’m a big fan of Will Self and his titanium folding bike. Through him I’ve become a fan of Matthew De Abaitua, his one-time amanuensis; Russell Hoban; fan and novelist Sam Mills, and there are probably more authors I’ve found and loved because of his scholarly erudition.
However, James Joyce ain’t ever going to be one.
Which is odd if you consider my track record of loving modern and post-modern authors who creatively re-frame a traditional narrative.
Unfortunately, for me at least, if not for the swathes of blown-away reviewers and columnists who lavished praise and called for its inclusion on the Booker list in 2012, I quickly came to realise both the significance of the title and of the opening epigraph: “A brother is as easily forgotten as an umbrella.” (James Joyce, Ulysses)
It’s a 397-page-long paragraph.
Whilst that doesn’t explain the umbrella, of which more later, Umbrella is written with a significant nod to the modernist (sorry, Modernist) stylings of Joyce and T.S. Eliot. Self…

Think Like An Anthropologist by Matthew Engelke

Cinnamon Skin by John D MacDonald

How To Rule The World by Tibor Fischer

Tatterdemalion by Sylvia V. Linsteadt