What has happened to the profession of literary editorship?
Is it now simply something English grads do for a while until they find their Rupert and get married? It doesn't seem to matter what you read these days, the books are either full of typos and inaccuracies or the author hasn't, put simply, been challenged about the course their story has taken.
Last week it was the disastrously ended 'Gone Girl'; this week Le Carré has clearly been given free rein to turn in whatever he wants and it's been published without a second thought.
The event which ends this account is typically Le Carré-esque, but with fifty pages to go, you can tell he's completely lost heart in the story. Come the end, the book is terminated lazily and conveniently.
Is the author too big for editorial criticism? It has certainly put me off buying his very latest book; I think I'd rather just live with the memory of his early brilliance.