Amis and Aging

Perhaps as a counterpoint to the foamy misery of Basara and Antunes, I chose to pursue The Information by Amis. The novel is surprising in its bile, its angle being the perils of turning forty and unsure of what remains, what validation for the graying domesticated, which the world hasn't embraced for his alleged aesthetic vision. The idea of retreating to substances is certainly a familiar one, even if only beer is often my own foxhole. This shelter from reality remains a skewed one.