Uncommonly gifted Hungarian-English novelist David Szalay ... Cool, remote ... The novel works because Szalay’s simplicity is, like Hemingway’s, the fatty sort that resonates ... Time moves with an uncanny fluidity ... I admired this book from front to back without ever quite liking it, without ever quite giving in to it. Sometimes those are the ones you itch to read again. Sometimes once is more than enough.
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