Described as “the greatest novel you’ve never read” by the Sunday Times, this relatively non-descript novel published in America in 1965 has quite a few people talking about it. That’s because it is an excellent novel, as good, if not better, than anything published since, by any author, American or British, or whoever has been writing in English, or been translated into this language. As far as I’ve read. As good as anything written by Updike or Roth or the more recent beasts of modern American Literature. And what’s it about? Some pretty ordinary chap working for forty years in a minor American University who achieves little or nothing. Go figure.