So far so good, and I may have to revise my opinion of Peter Carey. I had always thought he was a bit pretentious with an annoying habit of believing the hype and disappearing up his own arse*.
But I enjoyed My Life as a Fake, and my heart didn't sink as much as I thought it might when I drew Theft out of the candy bowl.
Like My life as a Fake, Theft is set in the art world. Carey is switching between two narrators; a down on his luck artist and his idiot-savant brother. It will be interesting to see which of the two is the most unreliable.
* I do however, reserve the right to do a Dorothy Parker and throw Oscar and Lucinda with great force across the room.