Alam is scathingly funny ... Entitlement invites comparison to Edith Warton's House of Mirth and Sylvia Plath's Bell Jar ...Books of this calibre transcend personal experience. I barrelled through – propelled by its wit and unshakeable dread – and promptly read it again. Only then could I luxuriate in its tautness. Mundane conversations distil into dazzling singsong and the whole is expertly held together by its narrator's sly interjections. Its stylishness belies discipline, for not a word is wasted. Like New York, it will linger despite its apparently cavalier air