The novel that’s the 7/2 favourite to take this year’s Man Booker Prize – the same odds you can get on Manchester United winning the Premier League. So here it is, the swaggering Zlatan lording it over the other meek James Milners. It’s an unsettling psychodrama about the complex relationship between two strong-willed but hamstrung characters. So far, so Curzon Renoir. But thankfully that relationship is truly compelling: Sofia’s got qualifications up to the eyeballs but no career or prospects beyond being “primary witness” to her mother Rose’s (possibly made-up) illness. Look past every character seemingly being trained in Freudian psychoanalysis and there’s a moving story soaked in meaning about a young woman cast adrift in a world happy to let her drown, with only her mother to keep her afloat.
Best bit: When Sofia FINALLY dares disobey her mother, and how her mother hits back.
The skinny-jeaned corpse of 2007 indie is risen and dragging its battered Converse to a venue near you