A friend and colleague writes to suggest that: 'in Sense of an Ending' Julian Barnes 'is "doing" Ian McEwan, so then to me at least it feels more natural.'
She goes on to float the idea that JB's [entirely reasonable] sourness re. never having won the Booker might finally have driven him to consciously pastiche the double-winning McEwan by way of a fuck-you to the Man Booker prize committee. A grim theory, if correct - since they promptly handed him the prize.
[With thanks to AC]
Showing posts with label Barnestorming. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Barnestorming. Show all posts
Sunday, 15 April 2012
Saturday, 14 April 2012
'to google', v. tr.
Unless I much mistaken, the verb 'google(d)' - small G - appears in both Julian Barnes' The Sense of an Ending and in one of his stories in Pulse.
That doesn't seem quite right, somehow.
That doesn't seem quite right, somehow.
Friday, 2 December 2011
Really (really) good-looking
When people say 'She's a good-looking woman,' they usually mean 'She used to be a good-looking woman.'- Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending
Tuesday, 4 May 2010
Carry on, Julian
The main argument, however, is that your children 'carry you on' after your death: you will not be entirely extinguished, and foreknowledge of this brings consolation at a conscious or subconscious level. But do my brother and I carry on our parents?- Julian Barnes, Nothing To Be Frightened Of
Odd question, from a (bestselling) writer, 185 pages into a book substantially dealing with his mother and father. (Why else is he writing? one wonders, if not to achieve posterity.)
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