Metroland
- Published: 1 July 2010
- ISBN: 9781409088745
- Imprint: Vintage Digital
- Format: EBook
- Pages: 240
A dazzling entertainer
New Yorker
One of the best accounts of clever English schoolboyhood I've read
Times Educational Supplement
Consummately elegant
Sunday Times
If all works of fiction were as thoughtful, as subtle, as well constructed, and as funny as Metroland there would be no more talk of the death of the novel
New Statesman
I was captivated from the first page. I cannot remember when I enjoyed a first novel more
Nina Bawden, Daily Telegraph
One would have to look very hard to find a wryer, more lovingly detailed account of intellectual and sexual innocence abroad
Jay Parini, New York Times
Flighty, playful… Barnes succeeds in vividly recreating teenage precociousness, particularly what it feels like to be a young male encountering love and sex
Los Angeles Times
A rare and unusual first novel
William Boyd, London Magazine
A very funny, touching first novel. It has a hard comic edge to it that is logical and at the same time extremely diverting
Spectator
An alert, witty, unpredictable novel which brings a sharp fresh eye to bear on English character and English compromises
Observer
Metroland is a delicious book, sharp and witty and observant
The Listener
He writes perceptively about the shift from self-absorbed teenager to adult.
The Times
If all works of fiction were as thoughtful, as subtle, as well constructed and as funny as Metroland there would be no more talk of the death of the novel
New Statesman
It's one of the best accounts of clever English schoolboyhood I've read
Times Educational Supplement
Irony and imagery are deployed with a finesse even Flaubert wouldn't wince at...consummately elegant
Sunday Times
A dazzling entertainer
New Yorker
One of the best accounts of clever English schoolboyhood I've read
Times Literary Supplement
Consummately elegant
Sunday Times
If all works of fiction were as thoughtful, as subtle, as well constructed, and as funny as Metroland there would be no more talk of the death of the novel
New Statesman