REVIEW
Biting satire takes a skewer to publishing’s most pompous
It’s a brave and undoubtedly foolish author who produces a novel that is in effect a declaration of war on the entire publishing industry. Not one who values career longevity, say, or a future of cosy, drunken lunches on expense accounts, or, like, actually getting his books published.
Dan Rhodes is such a man, and thank heaven for him. Rhodes is disillusioned and slightly nuts but also a loveable enigma. One of the funniest writers in Britain today, he’s a satirist who aims squarely at the pompous, the priggish and the over-promoted, and a tonic in an era of wearyingly short, spare, production-line novels excavating the somewhat limited contents of a twentysomething’s life.
It’s six years since Rhodes’s last comic…
