Julian Barnes is an author I discovered recently, accidentally. While browsing with friends opposite IIT Delhi at a bookstore. That book was Nothing to be Frightened Of, about death. Non-fiction.
This is a novel, a humdinger- if that is the right word. Keeps you gripped throughout, and does not let go, till the last page. Ends with such a twist that it leaves you gasping, or rather, gaping. You don't know what hit you. I also liked the decsription of dating in Victorian (1960s) England, sounded like our own times, almost. The humour in the writing is very British, and very good. In the other book too.
Not too long ( a quality I appreciate these days), I was able to finish it in two sittings interrupted by some work (more on that later).
I think it won the Man Booker. Must say, it beats many other winners that were unreadable- at least to me!
This is a novel, a humdinger- if that is the right word. Keeps you gripped throughout, and does not let go, till the last page. Ends with such a twist that it leaves you gasping, or rather, gaping. You don't know what hit you. I also liked the decsription of dating in Victorian (1960s) England, sounded like our own times, almost. The humour in the writing is very British, and very good. In the other book too.
Not too long ( a quality I appreciate these days), I was able to finish it in two sittings interrupted by some work (more on that later).
I think it won the Man Booker. Must say, it beats many other winners that were unreadable- at least to me!
2 comments:
Sensed I was at my wits End (aka was going to brun the 'Barn'es down) as I tried to locate this tome at the local lib. Dewey to thank for filing him under 'B' for biography which if you were to believe the Barnes himself is not it really. Good reading.
The other book about death is the autobiographical one. Barns are for burning, except when they have a name like Julian.
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