I read "Last Things" over the course of a two week holiday. I had, in fact, been meaning to read it for months beforehand.
One of the things I liked was the dramaticism of the (numerous) dinner parties, where awkward social situations are dryly described. I also liked the complexity of the relationships between the characters. Snow's abounding love of depth when describing anything (at all) was interesting and illuminating, but the book lacks general narrative movement as a result. The narrative does not profit proportionally from this Wagnerian-style detail and complexity, for example through the use of recurring ideas, themes or pathetic fallacies etc. In short, the detail is often disapointingly superfluous to the progression of the book as a whole. I disliked the total length of the novel, which, is at times simply long-winded. Why, for example, does Eliot on at least two occassions say words to the effect of, "I knew, and he/she knew that I knew that I felt ... etc. etc."? Either the depth of Snow's writing has done it's work and we KNOW how the characters are feeling, or he leaves the matter open. I don't need to be spoon-fed. I would have liked Eliot (the narrator) to be more humourous, more self-critical, and perhaps less faithful to the establishment. As a description of the society of the time, the book is terribly lop-sided, with the main focus on the Oxbridge academics, the super-rich and priveleged (embodied by Muriel). The numerous chances to gain social balance through Diana (token working class woman) are never taken.
In total, a little disappointing.