Good grief, I haven't even managed to finish the Amis book, and now I see that Peter Carey has written another one:
My Life as a Fake.
Terrence Rafferty of the New York Times says:
This is an extremely unusual novel, even by Carey's lofty standards of unusualness. ''My Life as a Fake,'' with its ornate metafictional superstructure, begs for exegesis, deconstruction, semiotic operations of the most exquisite complexity, to be performed by specialists flown in from Paris and New Haven. But, to paraphrase the old gag, the operation could be a success and the patient might die. The wonderful, perverse joke of ''My Life as a Fake'' is that it is a fake novel of ideas: not a parody, just a fancy, near-impenetrable disguise for the deeply peculiar thing that this novel really is -- a ripping yarn about poets and their readers, all chasing an ideal like Indiana Jones on the Last Crusade.

yummy.