Kevin Martin

Mediocre fiction about an indulged crappy writer who steals her friends manuscript. There was no real point to the vague angst ridden plot. The thing that I can’t bear is that this thin book that is obsessed with social media as we give a shit became No 1 Sunday Times best seller. The nice chinese author revels in the victimhood of the Chinese and Asian diasporas with a quick bash at western nasty colonialism. She had managed to massage all the relevant Woke pressure points of race gender etc. so essential today. Why was there no black or gender fluid characters? So racist. I lost a few hours of my life to this tosh. In 2024 is this the best literature we have?