A disparaging review in the Metro had the perverse effect of making me rush to Waterstones. I guess there really is no such thing as bad advertising. I saw the cover, skimmed the blurb and bought the book. Being a twentysomething Sikh guy living in london for the past few years, I wondered if the book chimed with my experiences.
There is some overlap in the protagonist's childhood and mine. In parts my views agreed with the author's, some admittedly politically unfriendly. Ultimately though, the overlap is superficial. Instead of seeing myself, I visualised the handful of arrogant idiots I'd met when first arriving in london.
Puppy is loathsome. I have no problem with people spending their lives smoking, drinking, screwing and aimlessly drifting through life. It's a free country. It's the lying, free-loading and cheating that's difficult to stomach. Puppy succeeds in being a loser, despite innate intelligence. He experiences fleeting moments of happiness, instead being generally depressed. He certainly doesn't live up to the billing of "living life to the full".
The author is harsh in his view of london, clinically disecting races and the sexes into predefined stereotypes. The book also contains a shed-load of sex scenes, making it often read like it's written by a frustrated teenager, or someone frustrated they missed out on that aspect of their youth. Nevertheless I found Tourism entertaining. It certainly isn't for everyone's tastes, being too blunt in many respects.