I.M. Legend

Since Sunday I have breezed through two novels by Iris Murdoch, Under The Net, which I enjoyed, and The Severed Head, which I did not. The latter was an elaborate farce which was effective initially until the partner swapping and permutations of incestuous possibility had been near exhausted.

Under The Net, Murdoch's first novel, was rather enjoyable, especially for its flaws; its protagonist, a struggling translator and philosopher, makes serially incorrect assessments of situations and thus the narratives bobs and weaves. Culpable of such errors myself, I was pleased with the tumult.