Bright Lights, Big City was a revelation to me. As a twenty-something trying to negotiate the slippery career ladder in London, this book really made me feel something true. It also made me thing that the protagonist really could find something true in his life. And maybe the author too.
If reading The Good Life is anything to go by then Mr McInerney has let us down terribly. He’s evidently still stuck in the same quandary that he had when he was in his 20’s. Money or life? Where’s the happy medium?
The book starts well, if a little slowly. The characters didn’t excite me hugely, but there was potential.
The treatment of 9-11 was luckily dealt with sympathetically and is by far the most real part of the book concerning both writing quality & narrative.
BUT the bit that really let it down was the love affair between the 2 main characters. It was superficial, cliched and the writing was occasionally diabolical. Frankly, I didn’t care what they did. I just wanted them to get off their spoiled arses and stop whinging.
So overall, below par. Maybe I will understand this book better if I ever become a rich, bored middle-aged woman having an affair, but as I intend never to be bored or unfaithful, I doubt it.