What a strange, wonderful, depressing book! It’s a coming-of-age story narrated by middle-aged Rob, audiophile extraordinaire. He is unmarried, childless and possesses a wry, self-deprecating humour, but his charisma is what drives the narrative forward.
The novel has been called ‘humorous’ and ‘satirical’ by some, but I feel it speaks of a deeper truth, one that everyone is scared of: to have achieved nothing in this lifetime. It questions the meaning of existence and the purpose of humanity.
But don’t let that put you off! Nick Hornby’s acclaimed novel is famous for its many allusions and references to music, but don’t let that dissuade you either. I know next to nothing about music, and I got along swimmingly.
The ending is particularly fitting, I feel, and concludes the story wonderfully.
Also, there’s a movie, with a young John Cusack and Jack Black and middle-aged angst and a brilliant soundtrack (or so I’m led to believe)…