‘Apologies: we started without you. Hope you don’t mind. But glad you could join us. Better late than never, no? Now, where were we?’
Witness the mildly perplexing beginning to Cosmo Frome’s irritatingly casual new novel On Onerous Oneness, or Solicitations. Packed to the rafters with both postmodern and regular cliches, one would be excused for throwing this book out of an office, train or bedroom window, were it not for the fact that, every now and again, Frome stumbles upon a neat way of summing up a difficult problem. I would provide examples, but I haven’t a copy to hand (my own neat way of saying that I have, at this particular moment in time, more pressing matters to which to attend).