It is Sunday morning.
I put this book back into the library stands for ..I think three times. I’m still unsure if I liked it, mainly because the protagonist is a bit of a brat. Yes, his life is turning on his axis, but he always manages to make him the center of (other people’s) problems. Maybe I didn’t like it, but I did enjoy it.
Oliver is a bit of a drifter, but likes to think he can influence everything and everyone around him. His parents’ marriage looks a bit in trouble, so he intervenes. His girlfriend is suffering, so he changes his attitude, giving her something to be distracted by. A co-student is bullied and even though he belongs to the pack of bullies, he writes her a pamphlet on how not to be a victim any more. It’s very possibly not out of spite, but he only creates bigger messes – and afterwards doesn’t seem to understand where it went wrong.
Oliver is also very definitely a recognizable teenager. There is a thin line between big ideas, big thoughts and plans and the unsure reality of growing up. And the line is being crossed regularly, which doesn’t help nor provide any answers. Sometimes he’s delusional in a sweet way, sometimes you want to sit him down and scream at him. And sometimes the only thing you can do is laugh.
Submarine, Joe Dunthorne, Hamilton 2008