I really like his writing (Ian McEwan that is), and this book, Enduring Love, while pretty disturbing was more than a study in a scary obsession – it had also excellent scenes, characters and plot development. There is one really funny scene – when the main character is trying to buy a gun from some seedy ex-hippies. The great thing about McEwan is his careful cataloging of our shared human nature – the moods, whims, defensive and protective strategies that fill our days. I also liked his description of Joe’s attempt to distract himself with work:
Within twenty minutes I had drifted into the desired state, the high-walled infinite prison of directed thought.
