My daughter and her friends are all over My Education and all went to see the film and are now passing round the book and panting for the DVD to come out.
I've just read it. It doesn't ring true. It just doesn't add up. I smell a rat.
I like Lynn Barber and think she's a really good journalist/interviewer, not least because if you read about someone she's encountered you get quite a vivid flavour of them: their appearance, mannerisms etc. But not about this man she claims to have had this weird affair with, approved of and encouraged by her parents; the man who whisked her off for dirty weekends all over the shop; the man who, when she thought about it (or is that "it up") forty odd years later had such a profound influence on her life; the man who wound up in prison (where? when? convicted for what exactly?) but came out just in time to take her to tea in Oxford with her boyfriend.
"Yeah ... right" as the modern girls would say. They're lapping it up though.
Anyone else read it? Am I now so riddled with rancid cynicism that I'm the only one who didn't buy it?