I enjoyed this, made me want to risk more Martin Amis.

DNF - couldn't get behind the writing style or characters.

I could not get into this book. The writing style is not my cup of tea.

weird one to evaluate. The prose here is off the walls. totally fresh and insane, omg, I seethed with jealousy at so many incredible lines. worth reading just for that.

I did not really connect with the characters or story much at all, which made reading this tremendously boring at times.

I can't help but give the highest rating to London Fields for the masterful way it punched me around. MA must be the king cynic in the UK, for it is clear there are no heroes, or even decent blokes in his country. I larfed a lot but also I went to the back of the pub and silently cursed him for his misanthropy, because I nearly adopted it under his influence.

Here's an evening with Martin Amis: he scowls morosely into a tumbler full of scotch, sunken into a leather chair, occasionally raising his eyes to look at you with contempt. You know he's got you slated for an appearance as self-deluding idiot in his next one. Yet you admire him for it.

If you want to love characters, if you want them to succeed in their world, if you like to identify with their lives as invented by a fine novelist, well, there's Harry Potter.

Consider me dazzled, yet the very flurry of distorting mirrors and laser images reveal more about Mr. Amis and England than about The Novel (as it were) or The End -- in whatever eschatological capacity is extended to the present day punter. The figure of Keith Talent is amazingly realized, aside from the slurs, the belches and the nudges, there is something monstrously vivid in his haunts (both senses) and struggles. He may be Martin's Bloom.

Nicola Six's machinations were as uncomfortable for the reader as for poor Guy Clinch and yet. . . I feel envigorated by this marathon. This is the lash as penitence and as encouragement. Hail Marty the Knout!

This book is still percolating in my mind. I found myself plodding through the book, at times having to put it down and read something else. And yet, I couldn't let it go. I had to know what happened to the characters. It was caustic and unpleasant, yet compelling.

I don't know whether I liked or disliked this book -- but I know I couldn't stop reading it.

I had really looked forward to starting this hefty novel. Erroneously I had high expectations of it matching the author's earlier novel Money. However, in this book the humor falls far short of the former, and I found the novel often lacked direction.

I hated the twist at the end, but enjoyed most of the rest of it. The characters in particular were excellently drawn, and the narrative was fun to read.