Only the author of Flaubert's Parrot could give us a novel that is at once a note-perfect rendition of the angsts and attitudes of English adolescence, a giddy comedy of sexual awakening in the 1960s, and a portrait of the accommodations that some of us call "growing up" and others "selling out."
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creo que julian barnes tiene un efecto retroactivo: al momento de leerlo está ok, como que esperas el momento estridente, el gran finale pero nunca pasa. y cuando lo terminas y dices "hum, está bien, pero no gran cosa" se queda en tu cabeza por días, con muchas preguntas. creo que eso es lo que hace un buen libro no? aunque este sea medio snob y se puede ver un poco outdated, el tema del sellout creo que a estas alturas es atemporal.
Good read. Not his best but I'm too biased towards 'History of the world...'. There was also a good film made of the same titke. Worth watching.
Quite scary - j'habite Metroland. The horrors of suburban hell... or is it?
Effing brilliant. So often the loss of youthful enthusiasms and pretensions is portrayed as somehow tragic, but this story pays long overdue respect to suburbia and "settling down" without pouring scorn on adolescence. Very funny, oddly feelgood, cringemakingly accurate about what wankers (fig. & lit.) teenage boys are, especially ones with intellectual/artistic pretensions. The best book I've read since Ian McEwan's Saturday. Maybe better.
this is early Barnes and not his strongest work but it's still pretty sublime and deeply atmospheric. if you purport to like literature you should be reading Barnes. Otherwise you're just a dunderhead really.
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