Who's Sorry Now - Tapa dura

"Jacobson's humour is unashamedly savage and his jokes as sharp as a switch-blade...comic vitriol worthy of Evelyn Waugh." -- "Sunday Express" "There are few novelists today who can imbue the trifles of life with such poetry." -- "Independent" "From the Trade Paperback edition."

Marvin Kreitman, the luggage baron of South London, lives for sex. Or at least he lives for women. At present he loves four women - his mother, his wife Hazel, and his two daughters - and is in love with five more, his wife's interior decorator and his ex-window-dresser's mother among them. Charlie Merriweather, on the other hand, nice Charlie, loves just the one woman, also called Charlie, the wife with whom he has been writing children's books and having nice sex for twenty years. Once a week the two friends meet for a Chinese lunch in Soho, contriving never quite to have the conversation they would like to have. The conversation about fidelity and womanising, and which makes you happier. Until today, that is. And now they have started that conversation there is no stopping it. It is Charlie who takes the dangerous step of asking for a piece of Marvin's disordered life, but what follows embroils them all, the wives no less than the husbands. And none of them - nice or not-nice - will ever be the same again. No one writes better than Howard Jacobson about the sexual battlefield, its comedies and its tragedies, and in Who's Sorry Now? he is in majestic form - unnervingly truthful, poignant, and very, very funny.