Judith Claire Mitchell's second novel takes the form of a 370-page suicide note. Make that a triple suicide note. It's also one of the sharpest, tartest, flat-out funniest books you're likely to read any time soon.
This is an astonishing book. Original, dark and quite unlike anything else I have read. And yet it speaks to the mood of our times. It is a novel about violence and barbarism, the fragility of civilisation and a world of people on the move, migrants desperate for a better life.
There is something passionate about the people of Israel. Born into a seemingly eternal conflict, they live faster and more sensuously than other people, as though they know that it could all end at any moment.
Adam Thirlwell has had a charmed life as a writer. He has written novels (Politics, The Escape and the "new kind of story" Kapow!). His Miss Herbert (2007) is one of the best books of literary criticism written in the past 30 years. He was chosen as one of Granta's "Best of Young British Novelists" both in 2003 and in 2013.
Why is it that so many of us lead insular lives? Somehow, we have good intentions, we promise to visit friends or relatives whom we haven't seen for years yet we put it off because we tell ourselves that we are "just too busy."
Before we know it, the months have passed. We bury our heads in the sand and carry on with our busy lives, becoming more and more insular.
Juddering along in the Tube the other day, deep under London, I was struck, not for the first time, by how much I love the personal essay form. I was reading a scintillating collection by the fine American writer, Phillip Lopate, in one of those compact and handsome Notting Hill Editions.