I Am Officially Insanely Jealous

Paul Murray's the other side of 30 from me, the young side, and he's got a hilarious novel, An Evening of Long Goodbyes. I'm about two hundred pages in so far, and it's the funniest thing I've read since...well, since the last Wodehouse novel I read, which is hardly surprising since Murray's taken Plum's model of a dim, indolent young well-to-do and brought it kicking and screaming into contemporary Dublin in the form of Charles Hythloday. John Freeman's review has been floating around a few papers--I've linked to the Denver Post version, but it's also run in Newsday and The Commercial Appeal. It's the only critical take I've seen on the book so far, other than the usual PW graf, but rest assured you'll probably hear more about it in the weeks to come.