“Everything was plastic in the beer garden. Plastic chairs. Plastic tables. Plastic pint glasses.”
“It was as though he were writing some kind of nineteenth-century version of a celebrity magazine as his thesis”.
Akin to his lover, Joanne, grazing the internet for celebrity gossip instead of lawyering, Mark is a child of the information, and not the knowledge, age.
“He was waiting at the station when she got there, sitting on a window ledge with his bag at his feet. He had cut his hair since last she saw him; it made him look like a boy again. He would soon be thirty, her only boy, and still she was driving to the station to meet him.”
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