What you need to know about Herman Koch’s The Dinner is that the novel rests on the idea that violence is a disease that is transmitted genetically. Unfortunately, it isn’t revealed until you’ve read 70% of the book that you’ve got to buy into this ridiculous claptrap for the novel to make sense.
I feel offended by this kind of writing because it’s a waste of time for the people who don’t share this degenerate ideology.
This is turning out to be a weird reading year for me. Everything I read is either irredeemably bad or extraordinarily good with nothing in the middle.