Jonathan Coe did it again.
A pretty decent effort of a novel spoiled by an abrupt, clumsy (and metafictional!) ending.
Pity, because 'The Terrible Privacy of Maxwell Sim' has its good moments and includes some brilliant dialogues and ideas.
There's just too much here: too many characters, too many subplots left open, too many letters/emails/essays/short stories to fill the gaps and keep the story going by tossing it here and there. Ah, and too much of a certain NavSat...
330 pages could have been either 200 and something (drying the story up) or 500 and something (by expanding it). But 330 pages left me bored while leafing through them and unsatisfied once done with the book and actually asking for more.
Perhaps only two stars is too harsh a rating, but if I think to what Coe wrote in the past, this novel doesn't deserve three stars. Potential is a double-edged sword: ask Ian McEwan.