I thought a lot of this, but it seems to be almost completely unknown. It was mentioned briefly in The Rough Guide to Snowdonia or somesuch, and I like to read about the place I am visiting, so picked up a second-hand copy. It was so much better than I was expecting. Written in the sixties and set in a fictionalised Caernarfon, it's the story of a directionless academic who moves to Gwynedd to learn Welsh in the hope of bagging a job in Sweden, mostly to meet attractive young women. As I read the first few chapters I thought it was a refreshingly honest and unflinching confessionals of a male psyche. the main character is only interested in sleeping with young women, and is constantly thinking about this. To me this was a very open outlook, but since then have read a review which gave me pause for though. Apparently what I see as an honest confessional is the mark of a misogynistic creep and dinosaur. Both things are probably true, but I'm not sure that those men who have come of age in the new millennium are genuinely no longer thinking about sex all the time, or whether they still are and are covering it up as it's not the done thing any more. as the novel develops, he does redeem himself and moves on from being quite so wretched at least.
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