If you become a fan of Ian McEwan’s new novel, Nutshell, and I can’t see why you wouldn’t once you’ve read the very first page, you must do your best to hide your enthusiasm from certain people.
As you probably know by now, this narrative is in the voice of a fetus who demonstrates a sophisticated storytelling ability, and wisdom many decades beyond his age of minus one. As the tension builds inside and outside the womb, this partially formed Hamlet becomes wary and torn, unable to act for fairly obvious reasons. The book is a masterpiece, and that’s what I’m afraid of.
If a rabid pro-lifer were to read it, and to pass it along to other rabid pro-lifers, this faction could use it as proof that a fetus is not only a human being, but fully capable of being named to Donald Trump’s cabinet, though I realize that’s not a particularly high bar.