‘You will have heard of my friend the once celebrated novelist Jocelyn Tarbet, but I suspect his memory is beginning to fade… You’d never heard of me, the once obscure novelist Parker Sparrow, until my name was publicly connected with his. To a knowing few, our names remain rigidly attached, like the two ends of a seesaw. His rise coincided with, though did not cause, my decline… I don’t deny there was wrongdoing. I stole a life, and I don’t intend to give it back. You may treat these few pages as a confession.’
My Purple Scented Novel follows the perfect crime of literary betrayal, scrupulously wrought yet unscrupulously executed, published to celebrate Ian McEwan’s 70th birthday.
My first read of 2020. I picked this up on a whim, it being as tiny as it is. Something about it immediately grabbed my attention.
It’s amazing how Ian McEwan manages to let you experience an entire story in just 34 pages. How he succeeds in creating a character that is both completely awful and still somehow likeable.
I really enjoyed it and it made for a great distraction from other books I was reading.
Paperback, 34 pages
Published June 21st 2018 by Vintage (first published March 28th 2016)