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The Sense of an Ending - Julian Barnes
Second Booker prize winner in a row, shows a paucity of imagination on my part I guess, or a self-conscious desire to either read or be seen to be reading quality literature. I generally choose my reading material quite carefully, eager not to waste time reading something sub-standard, to me at least. Anyway, as much as it's a fine read I cant help finding it a little familiar. It could be the unreliable narrator, well, lets call him unperceptive which reminds me of Ford Maddox Ford's The Good Soldier. It has the feel of a mystery or a puzzle that though fascinating, will finally be either disappointingly translucent or overwhelmingly opaque.
I wonder how much longer I can go on reading only Booker winners. Maybe one more. |
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