From Martin Amis’s Money: A suicide note, which is funny in a sort of horrible way, a bit like Dexter’s inner monologue.
I think I’ll try to re-read a book each day from today, the winter solstice, till the end of the year, ten in total, and make and post book notes for them. Money, alas, won’t be one of them. I’m thinking of non-fiction primarily, though Wodehouse and Waugh might insinuate themselves in it.
