You all know how huge a fan of Ian McEwan I am, even though he’s a bit polarizing at times. I don’t like all his work equally, either, though most of it can be described as interesting or highly provocative (for every Atonement, there is Between the Sheets, his not-great collection of short stories). I heard about Nutshell, and I was intrigued. The story of death and betrayal, as told by an unborn child? All right. And then I read an interview in which McEwan discussed what it must be like to have your father’s rival’s penis inches from your face. Oh, no, other me thought. Are we going back to teenaged-boy territory? I try to figure out the answers and tease out all my conflicted feelings in my full review. tl;dr=read if you like McEwan, but if you already don’t like him, you’re gonna be PISSED OFF at him.