One long hot summer in the seventies, four Cambridge graduates head to the country for one last round of enjoyment before the realities of adulthood set in. There's bold, brash Alex- ladies' man, aspiring writer and a bit of a jerk; the weaker-willed Martin, who is content to trail along in Alex's wake even as he hopes to start a PhD on an obscure local poet; Jane, the effortlessly talented yet ethereal poet and Susie, the practical and pragmatic cornerstone of the group. Amidst a haze of drugs and alcohol, deep undercurrents of tension run through the group, but it is only the arrival of a pair of American students that ignites the smouldering resentments.
Right from the very first paragraph, I could tell that Afterlife and I weren't going to get on; with its long, meandering phrases and overabundant literary references, it seemed yet another addition to the pile of books that aim for 'cleverness' at the expense of clarity. Told from the perspective of Martin as he looks back on That One Fateful Summer, the prose is full of rambling internal narrations, but the dialogue sections proved even worse, with it all too often being unclear who was supposed to be saying what.
Nonetheless, I decided to persevere, and after 180 or so pages of long hot days in which the protagonists smoked joints, downed pints and did very little else, the pace began to pick up. Unfortunately, by that point, most of the characters had managed to make themselves as hateful as possible- Alex and his new friends from being complete and utter jerks, and the likes of Martin and Jane simply through being too weak-willed and ineffectual to do anything about it. The only sympathetic characters are Martin's pragmatic girlfriend Susie and pub regular Gareth, but they seem to exist more as plot devices than characters to be developed in their own right.
Fortunately, right at the end, the book does improve a little, and although I wouldn't say it justified having read through the entire thing, at least the final chapter didn't leave me feeling completely unsatisfied. This should only be taken as consolation for those currently working their way through the book, however- if you've yet to crack open the cover of Afterlife, don't bother.