I'm not an unswerving Amis fan - there are definitely longeurs in many of his longer novels and his use of repetition and stereotyping sometimes fall flat i.m.h.o.- but this is an amazingly tight, verbally dextrous masterpiece. Neither Gregory or Terry's voices are meant to be taken 100% literally, or as giving the direct views of Martin Amis - we're inside their minds, with all the misconceptions, prejudices and self-delusions they're burdened with. The differences between what these two unreliable narrators report about events, places and conversations are pointed and revealing, and while for much of the book we see them as grotesques, this is in fact how they view themselves, the reports of their own inner voices, and they are not static characters but evolve throughout. What I love about this work, apart from Amis's dazzling powers of originality in language, and Gregory's masterclass in snobbery, is that by the (hugely poignant) ending the reader's sympathies and expectations have been completely and expertly warped round. Anyone looking for a comforting, intellectually bankrupt, politically correct read that's chewing gum for the mind need not pick this up - but if you want to cackle out loud and be challenged and amazed by a master of language then get stuck in at once.