wow. just. wow. It's almost as if after The Information
Martin Amis disappeared and was replaced by some lamer version of himself. I don't know what this book is for -- it sorta extends his autobiography, Experience
, and it sorta is a history lesson (but not really). I like it because people often forget that Stalin was a mass murderer worse than the Nazis. But he was quieter about it. But Amis doesn't do himself any favors by comparing his own child's cry to the sounds in a Russian prison. Really? Your baby sounds like it's suffering like that? Go feed it.