Told from the point of view of five contrasting narrators, The Hole in The Wall is a funny, touching and satirical tale of suburban disharmony.
I do my best not to mind about the hole. Strictly speaking, it’s not a hole anymore; it’s a rough patch. When you walk into the study, your eyes gravitate towards the knee-high vomit-textured rectangle of wall. Perhaps I should say ‘I’ instead of ‘you’; Michael claims he can’t notice it. I suppose it’s because the episode with the Grangers got to me more than it did him. Nothing ever does get to him.
When I look at that patch, I see Jazz Granger crouching on the rubble-strewn floor, with that ancient cigar box in his hands. I’ve just switched the light on. He’s staring at me with a face that is half frightened rabbit, half the lorry th...