‘The Sense of an Ending’ by
Julian Barnes, recent Man Booker Prize Winner 2011.
An evenly balanced social
critique of modern Britain
dated to the turn of the millennium. The story is interesting and narrated by
the protagonist as a kind of memoir, it is reminiscent of teenage frolics come
back to haunt. There is no mention of church-going or of rotisserie chicken
which are poignant to the sartorial nature of the piece; it is set comfortably
in the middle-class Britain
known to Bristol University graduates, the main character
is depraved. The fact that a 2:1 degree class is so pertinent to the story is a
clear indicator the author has used his poetic licence judiciously. What this
book says to me that if one of the characters was black, it would have been mentioned
explicitly in the text but no one says anything about non-English mixed race
people as it is really obvious they are white. In all a challenging rather than
comfortable evening’s worth of reading that leaves a feeling which Paracetamol
can’t cure, it’s a bit like the druggie side-effect of a strong dose of
Paracetamol.
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