A Bitter Booker Disappointment

Amsterdam - Ian McEwan

This was a novel I really wanted to read. I was still buzzing from the brilliance of Atonement when I found Amsterdam in a local charity shop - I couldn't wait to get stuck into something just as good, if not better. Thing is, when I did get stuck into it, I didn't really get stuck.

Amsterdam is the story of two old friends who meet outside a crematorium at the funeral of a mutual friend and lover. Molly Lane's death prompts Vernon Halliday and Clive Linley to rethink their lives and their friendship. In the following days, Vernon makes fatal decisions as editor of a quality broadsheet, The Judge, and Clive, a successful modern composer, searches for the perfect melody for the millennium. The blurb describes the book as "brimming with surprises", but it was about as surprising as the force of gravity.

This book was merely a journey through a troubled few weeks in the lives of a couple of ordinary men. I was expecting brilliant writing and a brilliant storyline, especially as Atonement was only shortlisted for the Booker Prize in 2001 and Amsterdam actually won it in 1998. I suppose I ought not to raise my expectations too high, but I'm definitely not as keen on trusting the judges of these prizes.

To be fair to McEwan, his writing is evocative and skilled, but it doesn't have the familiar technique of using particular words, phrases and vocabulary to create an unmistakable atmosphere. There is nothing about the plot that keeps the reader hooked other than a mere curiosity to see if anything is actually ever going to happen. The ending is similar to the "and I woke up to find it was all a dream" ending and the characters were about as interesting as my big toe. To keep it short, Amsterdam was an utter disappointment. Alain de Botton, of the Daily Mail, called it, "A page-turner" - but I'm afraid the only thing that should turn these pages is the wind.

If you do feel compelled to read any of McEwan's novels, make sure it is Atonement. That is one novel that won't let you down.

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Bissing Down in Beijing

In complete contrast to our first day out in Beijing, it bissed it down for the whole of our second day. Perfect weather for sightseeing.

We took a trip to the Forbidden City, home of the old Emperors. To be honest, it's the biggest home I've ever seen - one person would certainly rattle around quite a bit in it. The sheer size of the place is breathtaking. It's a series of courtyards joined with various temples and rooms, made with vast amounts of stone, brass and gold. Our guide directed us through each courtyard, explaining the various rooms we came across - the throne room, the wash room, the prayer room to name a few. We had to dart across a couple of the stone courtyards just to escape the heavy rain.

Rather fittingly, the swimmers were out. The boys (typically) spotted the Australian synchronised swimming team walking around the Forbidden City and of course nabbed a quick photo and interview.

When we finally reached the far side of the Forbidden City, we'd lost our teacher. But that's by-the-by. We soon found her and reassembled at the coach to journey a little further round Beijing to the Temple of Heaven.

The guide seemed to be walking the wild side of life in leading us to the highest point in Beijing during a thunder and lightning storm. The locals took more money than they'd probably seen all month as there was a sudden rush on umbrellas from our group. I had my rain mac, but it did sod all. Not only was I still wet through but I was also still hot and sticky - I seemed to have created my own greenhouse effect.

Despite the weather, the temple and its grounds were beautiful and within it was a small art school selling various paintings. I got one for myself - the picture represents spring with copious amounts of pink cherry blossom and white birds flocking around a lake. Unfortunately, our visit was swiftly over as the rain got too much to bear.

We were off again, sitting soggy on the coach. This time we pulled up outside a very posh looking hotel - it was dinnertime and we'd been brought to a special Peking duck restaurant. The food was unbelievably good, the best so far, but everything was duck - duck pate, duck pancakes, duck rolls, duck soup. The only thing that didn't have duck in it was the tea. We did all feel a bit trampy in our wet clothes surrounded by golden tapestries and traditional Chinese beauty, but it was worth it for a good meal!

After dinner we headed back to the university for a spot of badminton. Without even realising it, our day was already and all the fun and rain had certainly drained our English bodies, which were still plodding along to British summer time. So it was off to our rooms to settle down on our beds of wood and bean bags. Luxury.