Review by Booklist Review
McEwan's second book of 2019, following Machines Like Me, begins with a reversal of Kafka's classic opening to The Metamorphosis: Jim Sams wakes up to discover he is no longer a cockroach, but a man, and also the Prime Minister of Great Britain. This twist launches a concise, thinly veiled satire of the Brexit debacle. A public referendum regarding Reversalism an all-encompassing, fringe economic theory whereby the flow of money is reversed somehow passes, despite all warnings and evidence of its dangers. Those who oppose this obviously self-destructive process are dismissed as Clockwisers, mirroring the leave/remain divide of the real world. Former cockroach Sams seamlessly moves through the corridors of power, and, egged-on by similarly devious politicians, he exploits a series of events to blindside parliament, such as a minor fishing accident that he transforms into an international incident involving France. McEwan makes analogies between the present political scene and the 1980s, particularly regarding the exploitation of nationalist fervor for personal political gain. His acerbic disdain is also applied to Horace Crabb, the doddering Jeremy Corbyn-like leader of the opposition, who is depicted as witheringly useless. Moreover, Sams, determined to achieve his Reversalism goal, attempts to exploit the vanity of Archie Tupper, the idiotic, Twitter-addicted American president. While the satire is about as subtle as a punch to the face, there are moments of great clarity and insight regarding Britain's current predicament. In all, this is an entertaining and cathartic novella written not only to uphold McEwan's own sanity but also to rally any readers who share his view that Brexit is one symptom of a vacuous political world of almost unimaginable stupidity.--Alexander Moran Copyright 2019 Booklist
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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review
In this slight, occasionally diverting satirical exercise about the follies of Brexit from McEwan (Machines Like Me), a Machiavellian cockroach advances a disastrous economic policy. The roach emerges from the "pleasantly decaying" Palace of Westminster to inhabit the "clever but by no means profound" prime minister, a description that could equally apply to the novella. It seeks to secure the passage of Reversalism, a cockamamie plan that would reverse the flow of money such that people are paid to shop and pay to work: "The better, and therefore more costly, the job she finds for herself, the harder she must shop to pay for it." Once the premise is established, all eeriness drains away. McEwan dutifully describes the slithery parliamentary maneuvers, disinformation campaigns, and ginned-up scandals employed by the prime minister to ram the proposal through. The American president, Archie Tupper--a thinly veiled Donald Trump--makes a requisite cameo, intrigued that Reversalism would reroute his nation's defense budget to his bank account. McEwan gets in some good lines about Twitter as "a primitive version... of the pheromonal unconscious" and the thrill of weaving "a closely knit sequence of lies. So this was why people became writers." The lone spark of interest, though, lies in why this famously hardy species would care to meddle in human affairs. The answer makes about as much sense as Reversalism. (Oct.)
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Review by Kirkus Book Review
Kafka is brought up to date for the age of Brexit and Trump.Never mind that in his Lectures on Literature Vladimir Nabokov protested that "he approaches a cockroach in only one respect: his coloration is brown": Gregor Samsa, or, that is, Jim Sams, emphatically starts life as a cockroach in McEwan's (MachinesLike Me, 2019, etc.) reimagining of The Metamorphosis. Then he awakens to discover that he has just four limbs as well as, revoltingly, that "an organ, a slab of slippery meat, lay squat and wet in his mouth." That unwonted tongue will come in handy, but for the moment Jim has other things to attend to, for he's not just a human, but also the prime minister of the United Kingdom. Instead of leaving the European Union, he has another item on his agenda: He's backing a weird economic notion called reverse-flow economics, or Reversalism, whereby "the money flow [will] be reversed....At the end of a working week, an employee hands over money to the company for all the hours she has toiled. But when she goes to the shops, she is generously compensated...for every item she carries away." It's easy to get the American president, a fan of "fleet-footed liberation from detail," to sign on to immiserate the taxpayers once Jim explains that he can take all the money slated for the Pentagon and make it flow up the chain into his own pocket, with the magical result that "seven hundred and sixteen billion dollars would be his." Why bother small-scale looting when there's so much pelf to be had? Of course, Jim twigs, the American president is on board only because he was once a cockroach himself, as were the rest of the world's ruling and governing class, who flourish wherever people tolerate "poverty, filth, squalor" and choose to live in darkness. McEwan sweeps wide but hits home, Nabokov aside: He does a pitch-perfect Trump, pegs Angela Merkel's bewilderment that her former allies are "inflicting these demands on your best friends," and highlights the venality of the Leave crowd in Britain today.A grimly effective entertainment, at once broad as a saber and pointed as a pike. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
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