Spending a couple of years in Bucharest prior to the 1989 revolutions gave Patrick McGuinness the raw material for this engrossing debut novel. English student flukes his way into an admin job at a university where back-marketeer Leo, takes him under his wing - just as the wheels are starting to turn ahead of Nicolae Ceausescu's violent demise. Together he and Leo take long walks in the 'lost city', imagining the buildings Ceausescu tore down to make space for unfinished 'modern' concrete blocks, eat fancy dinners off limits to most Romanians and help dissidents. But in a country where the secret police is everywhere, and public image is a charade (shops get food to display if an official motorcade is passing, the products removed straight after) it's hard to know if anyone or-thing is what it seems.

Our narrator, however, takes the absurdities in his stride, making any excuse not to return to London to take care of his deceased parents' meagre estate. Instead he immerses himself in a new life which for him is gull of meaning and real people. He forms relationships with two very different women - one of whom has a father who's a loyal party apparatchik. In contrast to his miserable upbringing, the narrator finds a sense of purpose being among and - ultimately - helping people in Bucharest.

After evocative descriptions of the city's maddening but mesmerising day-to-day life early on in the book the final couple of chapters fizzle out with the protagonist's resolution paling into insignificance as a violent revolution unfolds and the bodies pile up. The reader is aware well ahead of the plot that Ceausescu is destined to fall and feels acutely that the lives of McGuinness's characters can't compete with that bombshell. Most of us wouldn't have fancied spending an extended period living cults the world has ever seen but I defy anyone not to revel in 350-odd (and I mean odd) pages of it at least.

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The Last Hundred Days is an ambitious work, at ease with intimacy as well as with the sudden eruption of crowd scenes as the regime disintegrates and re-forms itself. It manages to be both funny and horrifying, sceptical but not fatally poisoned by the encounter. Above all, the sardonic crispness and evocative power of its language distinguishes it from the run of contemporary fiction.

Long-listed for the Booker unlucky not to progress, this novel of final phase of Ceausescu's dictatorship in Romania joins a poet's eye for telling detail to a historian's grasp of the rhythms of change. Sinister, comic and lyrical, it vividly captures the end of a long nightmare.

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Within weeks of publication, Patrick McGuinness's debut novel found itself on the Man Booker long-list, and deservedly so. Set in Bucharest in 1989, it reawakens that state of stunned disbelief as successive Soviet bloc countries underwent bloodless revolutions, until there was only Romania at the end of the queue, making a bloody hash of it.

The novel describes the oppression and deprivation of the Romanian people in the build-up to that coup, and paints a sordid picture of the corruption of their rulers.

It feels oddly contemporary, especially in the way that a grasping elite escape the consequences of their actions and rise above the chaos. Not that the Ceausescus themselves did, of course: their messy trial and execution provides a resonant coda.

The opening chapter is superb: its discourse on the state of boredom offers a kind of conceptual counterpoint to an unfurling narrative, with its cast of impressively drawn characters, that is almost Tolstoyan in scope. "In the West we've always thought of boredom as slack time, life's lift music sliding off the ear. Totalitarian boredom is different. It's a state of expectation already heavy with its own disappointment."

McGuinness is an accomplished poet and writes with superb clarity. The novel is littered with aperçus that have the reader reaching for a pencil. Here is Bucharest: "a heat-beaten brutalist maze whose walls and towers melted like sugar". And here is the unctuous consular attaché Wintersmith (straight out of Greene-land) and the British expat community, "where largely identical people fuck each other interchangeably". Here is the Boulevard of Socialist Victory: "a vast avenue that didn't so much vanish into the distance as use it up, drawing everything around into itself." And here is the grim Stoicu, interior minister, with the "eyes of a man who sought in those around him the lowest motivation and always found it."

Ceausescu was so paranoid that he would duplicate, no, triplicate his daily motorcade through Bucharest with decoy performances: "One of the cars was for the Ceausescu's dog, and he even had two doggy decoys, a punchline to a joke no one could any longer bear to tell about a world whose brutality was matched only by its absurdity." McGuinness was himself in Bucharest just prior to the fall of the regime, and his observations have the unmistakeable scent of authenticity. This is a novel that rages and flows by turn, but rarely disappoints.

Patrick McGuinness’s The Last Hundred Days is set in extreme historical conditions – the final months of Ceausescu’s power in what the narrator calls “Europe’s saddest dictatorship”. The setting is a city-wide theatre of the absurd, yet while McGuinness is adept at conveying the poetry and comedy of Bucharest on the road to extinction, the passages that prove the varied strength of his writing are those about the narrator’s parents, both dead, briefly recalled with aching twists of bitterness and never revisited.

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Longlisted for the 2011 Man Booker Prize and chosen as Wales Book of the Year, this novel is full of ideas, characters and circumstances that are at odds with one another. McGuinness, who lived in Romania when Ceausescu was in power, has created a coming-of-age story with a vivid historical backdrop — the Berlin Wall coming down, the uprising in Romania, the shooting of Ceausescu and his wife — as well as an exploration of how people operate in a totalitarian society.

McGuinness’s narrator, a young academic, enjoys the access to different classes of society that outsiders sometimes are accorded in a foreign country. He eats in a well-stocked restaurant frequented by Communist Party officials, while regular citizens queue for basics. He sleeps with the daughter of a high-ranking politician, helps a former party leader leak his memoirs to Paris and helps several young people illegally cross the border into Yugoslavia.

When a friend is killed, though, the conflicts become more personal and the novel grows more tense. McGuinness explores the ethical balancing act people must perform when the rules are skewed. In this world, characters sometimes must believe someone even when they don’t trust him.

Also a poet, the sharply observant McGuinness has filled his novel with quick, witty descriptions of people, places and situations. If the narrator’s story is sometimes overshadowed by its historical setting, perhaps that’s only right, given these earth-shaking events. McGuinness does more, however, than explore how people acted in this now transformed country. He’s captured the way corruption and tyranny warp behavior in any society.

Carole Burns, Washington Post