Read Ian McEwan's Black Dogs when I was in KL. As so often when I'm reading McEwan I was aware at one and the same time of how beautifully written the novel is and how contrived. That strong feeling of reading a kind of thesis never quite went away. But what an engaging thesis the novel presents - or, rather, involves us in. And great set pieces. Including the haunting appearance of the dogs themselves.
But they're not really dogs at all, somehow. They are so obviously symbolic it's almost painful. Unforgettable, nonetheless. Powerfully unreal.
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