I reluctantly gave up on MJ Hyland's Carry Me Down two thirds of the way, I just got tired of the voice. But I may go back. I am now halfway through JM Coetzee's Slow Man which I started before Christmas and stopped, for no reason really, I just got distracted. I couldn't finish Elizabeth Costello, his last novel, it was hard going, and I was also bored. Costello is a fictional novelist, and, in fact, she has just entered Slow Man as a character, quite implausibly, I would say. At first this jarred, and I thought I would have to stop reading - it seems she is going to orchestrate events in the rest of the book, she may even write the rest of the book - but once you accept this tricksy device, it is quite fun. I've just read a sex scene between an amputee and a woman with no eyes, surely gratuitous in any other book, but funny and believable in Coetzee's hands.