A bit late perhaps. But a necessary nod to the passing of the man who wrote one of the great novels of the twentieth century.
I first came across this book in 4th year at school. I was 16. I can still remember the teacher's name who gave it to me, David Johnstone.
Up to that moment I'd never read a book which dealt with people my age, more importantly, people my age who were struggling to come to terms with the world around them.
All the characters in books I'd read had been either children scoffing sticky buns and lashings of ginger beer or adults waging war or discovering Egyptian tombs.
Suddenly I entered a world which MEANT something. An antihero I could relate to.
A revelation was at hand.....