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Okay, so has anyone here read Fry's novel The Liar? I started it yesterday afternoon and I am so thunderstruck with weirdness that I felt the need to come here for a reality check, which was possibly not a great idea but where else could I go? So here we have it (cut for spoilers and tea-fueled madness):



Adrian checked the orchid at his buttonhole, inspected the spats at his feet, gave the lavendar gloves a twitch, smoothed down his waistcoat, tucked the ebony Malacca-cane under his arm..."

'Reach down my index, Watson, and look under "C." Dear me, what villainy is grouped under this letter alone! There's Callaghan, the politician to whose door we traced what you in your memoirs gave the somewhat fanciful title the "Winter of Discontent", Watson..."'

'Dear me! Five minutes' separation and already he pines for me. Perhaps he wants my advice on demoting some of the prefecture. Well, I am always happy to look in on dear Jeremy. Lead the way, young man, lead the way.'


There's much more. I mean, the lavendar gloves were a tipoff, but... the way he talks to his professors! The way he takes the fall for his fellow wrong-doers despite no apparent sense of morality! It's Psmith! It is, isn't it? I mean, it just actually is, and it's Fry, so it's not as though he wouldn't know it is... he's taken Psmith, and put him sixty years in the future, and run him through the Stephen Fry Prose Machine, and...

Am I crazy or has Fry basically just written and published a novel of Pslash?