There’s something intriguingly slapdash about Pauline Melville’s new novel, Eating Air. It begins with the narrator briefly introducing himself , - and then the curtains raise and for 407 pages we’re jumping from character to character, scene to scene, at a pace that is exhilarating (if slightly dizzying). Melville has created the literary equivalent of a Cirque de Soleil performance given by middle-aged political radicals … Continue reading Eating Air by Pauline Melville