McCourt, Updike, Theroux

I read Theroux's Mosquito Coast, which I liked in general, but whose ending was gruesome -- made me wonder what he had against fathers. Updike's satirical Witches of Eastwick worn thin awfully quickly. McCourt's novel Time Remaining had some stream-of-consciousness stuff which also wore thin. I also started the complete novels of the Vichy supporter Paul Morand. I liked it in general, although I agree with the critics that there are points where descriptions are overdone.