![]() ![]() ![]() Still, there’s something moving about a novelist assiduously reconfiguring history just so one good man can live. In recent books, McEwan has sometimes been too showy with his research, and Machines is one of those sometimes: His explication of the world’s revised timeline is disruptive and atonal. Ultimately, it asks a surprisingly mournful question: If we built a machine that could look into our hearts, could we really expect it to like what it sees?. Machines is a sharp, unsettling read, which-despite its arteries being clogged with research and back story-has a lot on its mind about love, family, jealousy and deceit. Yet he’s such a masterly writer of prose and provocative thinker of thoughts that even his lesser novels leave marks. It is not the first, or even the 10th, place to start reading McEwan if you’ve never encountered him before. ![]()
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