Yesterday I finished a long-delayed rereading of Martin Amis's London Fields, which I read way back shortly after its publication in 1989. It's definitely a novel that you either love or hate. My memory, which may be apocryphal, is that after its publication it was up for a major literary prize and one half of the committee threatened to quit if it didn't win and the other half threatened to quit if it did win. Again, that may be a false memory, but I could also clearly see it to be true. Truthfully, I think I had both hate and love responses during my reread, but in the end I came down on the side of liking the novel quite a bit. It's inspired me to dig into a few other Amis novel that I haven't read it a long time or simply haven't gotten around to tackling yet. Although it was published ten years before the Millennium, I will always associate it with that general millennial madness of the age.
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