Eurotrash was a short and easy read – the kind that encourages anyone to write. It was a, I guess autobiographical inspired novel about a writer and his elderly mum. The most interesting part of this book was exploring the family’s history and understanding how it impacted the characters. They were tense, filled with guilt but somehow also snobs. This filtered through to a strange relationship between mother and son who were nippy at each other but clearly full of love for each other, almost as if they were survivors from a terrible lived family experience. I guess what annoyed me about this though was the emotional immaturity of both characters which made some seemingly small problems, larger ones, but I guess family issues run deep. The early book was necessarily more expository as it built the world, and evolved into a faster paced dialogue driven story. These were the parts I enjoyed the most, especially when the protagonist was telling his mum fake stories and she was reacting to them as though real. It’s kind of a book about forgiveness of self and in relationships, it is also a story about relationships, how they affect us, but also how we can change them. Final thought, and one that sat with me as I was reading – I think the critical acclaim of this book was a bit hyperbolic.
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