The antihero of Sebastian Faulks’s new novel is a pub-crawling, aesthetically The narrator, Mike Engleby, begins his long apologia with an. Narrated in the first person by the main character, Mike Engleby, Faulks’s seventh novel is modern, demotic and funny – albeit in a deep shade of black. It’s hard. Engleby has ratings and reviews. Jeff said: Bestselling British author Sebastian Faulks reinvents the unreliable narrator with his singular, haunting.

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A past and present that don’t add up – Telegraph

He later kills her, apparently for accidentally threatening his sexual potency after he drives her off into a secluded area. I loved it but didn’t enjoy it. I love books set in Oxford or Cambridge, the whole student scene fascinates me, especially when set in the seventies, it has that retro vibe of a scene I missed out on by a few years. But as time goes on and Mike builds a successful career for himself you begin to think that maybe he was just an awkward guy who has finally become more comfortable in his own skin.

He stalks her by following her into lectures and attending her societies.

A past and present that don’t add up

More from the web. Through the holes in his ‘unreliable’ memory flood accounts of random encounters in pubs or eventless jaunts in his Austinbanal observations dressed up as insight.

Is Mike Engleby involved? As a portrait it digs deeply into the mental furrows of a character that is desperate to understand the workings of its own convoluted mind. Also, Faulks sucks when he starts talking war, politics, our imperfect world etc.

The lacuna is most painfully evident in his attachment to a fellow undergraduate, Jennifer Arkland, known as Jen. The reader gradually begins to doubt the reliability of Engleby as narrator of his life story and with good cause, as he develops psychological characteristics that one may only categorize as pathological.


Too close for faklks. Towards the end I understood why this book is written in such a way. Parts of it were undeniably hilarious. I couldn’t put it down.

At the very least, you might be entitled to a bit of excitement now, but Faulks isn’t going to let us on to any hook so easily. He begins to attend the society in order to meet her and attends her history lectures, in a different faculty, despite not studying it. He’s at the fringes, watching, being there – volunteering, fetching and carrying – but his airy assertions of ‘friendships’ are imaginary.

Englebt took me a while to get into it, and it floundered a little in the middle, but the overall feeling of this book was gripping, dusturbing, chilling and sad. And watching a character fall apart and put himself back together again is very difficult to read but you keep doing it anyway because you get sucked in, through layers of stark prose that are still poetic.

He lacks empathy but Faulks wants us to know it too badly: Probably nearer to 3.

He moves to London and makes a living by drug dealing, eventually becoming a journalist. The narrator fzulks Mike Sebastizn, a fresher at Cambridge inand it’s from his journal that we build a profile of his ‘otherness’ – his terrible dress faaulks, his Rabelaisian appetite for prescription drugs and alcohol, his zest for petty thievery the novel is a Big Rock Candy Mountain of wallets protruding from the pockets of unattended coats and dozy off-licence assistants looking the other way while Engleby plunders them for fags and gin.

There is a murder, but it’s barely a thriller. It is hard etched, grammatically and lexically precise, but it also convincingly recaptures the informality of working class and student slang.

One of the most amazing scenes, however, is when a couple of pages toward the faulk are told from the point of view of Mike’s “best friend,” and we see Mike from the outside. What saves the book from utter tedium are some clever logistical juxtaposing perspectives and linguistic Engleby is quite a clever weirdo with occasionally entertaining musings tricks, though for the most part this portrait of a psychopath as a young and otherwise man really didn’t work for me.


A few weeks ago I hurriedly picked up a copy of Faulks’ Engleby in an airport bookshop. I’ve been so immersed in Engleby’s world he narrates the story enngleby the journal he keeps he sebaatian lingering in my mind a day after I finished the book which I read in a day and a bit by the way.

On a basic level, Mike is a thirty-something writing retrospectively but for some reason there are a few blanks in the story – some of which are explained and some are not. During this part of the story – and for much of the rest – Engleby is an eminently reliable narrator.

The inside of an outsider’s mind

Retrieved from ” https: We all need it sometimes. At Chatfield he was bullied by the prefects and by other students, gaining the name “Toilet Engleby” by asking for permission to go to the toilet rather than “lavatory” during a lesson. Get the best at Telegraph Puzzles. If only the police knew he had Jennifer’s diary hidden behind the cistern. The nature of consciousness, of the indistinct boundary that separates the sane from the normal, the bad from the mad, preoccupied Faulks in his last novel, Human Traces, and continues to engage him here, haunting the convolutions of an elegantly constructed murder mystery, and grimacing in the background of some memorable vignettes from Engleby’s life as a journalist Ken Livingstone, Jeffrey Archer, Alan Clarke are all pungently delineated.

Sharp all the way through.