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Dude on half a motorbike, Shag Bay. August 2021.

The Humans by Matt Haig

Synthesizing 'clever' and 'funny' is a tough act in a novel. Too often, what is intended as humourous can land as smug or smarmy. Or, perhaps more often, tiresome and dull. Credit to Haig here, as I found The Humans both smug AND dull.

The whole thing was just so obvious, laborious descended into a sickly sweet tweeness that was clearly intended to be sincere and wry. Perhaps it was my mood, as looking at other reviews here, I am clearly swimming against the current.

Not for me.

⭐ 1/2

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