Since I am W. and this book has for some unknown and bizarre reason actually reached the final stages of this superb tournament (if I might use a sport metaphor, which reminds me of the time that I took Lars to a football game and he referred to the crowd as the 'audience'), I might, for the first time and in public so to speak, say something about it. First of all, it is all true if slightly exaggerated. We really do live and talk like that. Secondly, Lars is funnier than we are, if that makes any sense. Thirdly, even I laugh when I read it, and I was there. Finally, I do actually think it is beautifully written. And this is my last word. The only response to the times we live in is a kind of desperate humour which I think Spurious has bucket loads of.
William Large, Not the Booker review