Ian McEwan, Solar (Random House 2010)
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7140754-solar?ac=1&from_search=true&qid=cHaGQwgYSE&rank=2
The beginning is studiedly nebulous. ‘He belonged to that class of men—vaguely unprepossessing, often bald…’ physicist Michael Beard is an Everyman, but in a tongue-in-cheek way.
His fifth marriage is disintegrating—his wife Patrice is having a flagrant affair—and he hasn’t a clue how to react. Adultery seems to have made her more desirable. Even his Nobel Prize and the fame of his Beard-Einstein Conflation couldn’t keep her in his bed.
While his attention is occupied by Patrice’s affair, he sleepwalks into leading a huge project, which grows more unmanageable by the day. He takes off for a sinecure trip to a frozen fjord to discuss climate change with a select group of artists and scientists. Stuffed into a 20-pound snowsuit, urination-related accidents and near-encounters with polar bears ensue, seemingly designed to ruin his chances of fjord-based hanky panky.
Enter brilliant, young, idealistic post-doc Tom Aldous, who, annoyingly, worships Beard. Then, mishaps and retribution.
Years on, Beard tries to live his life in the same way, resting on his laurels. A battle of wills with a younger man on a train over a packet of crisps and an ideological disagreement with a female colleague in which the press become involved push him to his lowest point. For a while, he retreats from human involvement. ‘Stick to photons,’ he thinks—his current project involves simulating photosynthesis—but there comes a point when the brou-ha-ha dies down. Then, on the eve of the grand opening of his project, all his ghosts come out to haunt.
One of the world’s great writers, McEwan turns a beautiful phrase; it’s chock full of inventive metaphors and gorgeous descriptions. In this Bollinger Everman Wodehouse winner, he applies his skill to wit as well as beautiful language. The plot overall is quite humorous, and some of the scenes are hilarious.









