Thanks to Melanie

[David Morris]

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/jul/31/c-tom-mccarthy-novel-review

In articles, lectures and interviews, McCarthy speaks the language of
post-humanism. His allegiance is to James Joyce and Samuel Beckett,
the French nouveau roman and post-structuralist modes of thought; with
a few exceptions, such as William Burroughs and Thomas Pynchon, most
English-language writing since modernism's heyday can be written off
as naive, reactionary stuff. It's bracing and fun to see these views
being aired in a stubbornly non-modernistic literary culture. But
McCarthy's art world affiliations, and the rather arts-institutional
intellectual currency he trades in, also raise the suspicion that his
end product might turn out to be a bit pretentious, in the style of
Deleuze-loving architecture theorists or Lacan-quoting gallery notes.
This suspicion isn't totally off the mark, yet McCarthy is a talented
and intelligent novelist; however pretension-prone the scene he's
interested in might be, his writing is tight and lucid, and he has a
functioning sense of humour.