A short but remarkable novel. One more great reflection on memory and its importance and great potential. 'The Sense of an Ending' is mostly about one, single, memory and how it will end up revealing a surprising, unsettling finale. Tony Webster narrates the story in an initially predictable and almost boring way. I didn't like Tony that much as a person. He is often passive and self-pitying - an anti-hero. Tony says of himself: "I had wanted life not to bother me too much, and had succeeded". I also absolutely despised the fact that he avoids deep connection rather than embracing it, for fear of risking and upsetting his seemingly balanced life. Tony reminded me of some men I have met in my life. He is also one of the most banal unreliable narrators I have ever come across, which made me appreciate Barnes even more, as I reckon it must be fairly hard for a writer to create such a plain, weak and boring character. As a young man, Tony has a relationship with Veronica. He claims that Veronica has an “inability to imagine anyone else’s feelings or emotional life”. But as far as I can tell, it is Tony, not Veronica, who is incapable of getting out of his own little world and looking out. Tony went through life making some of the mistakes we all make at least once in a lifetime. He hurt a loved one, quite possibly without realising he was doing so. How sad, then, that hurting someone is nothing much for the doer, in the course of his lifetime. Luckily enough, characters aren't always created to be liked, and my dislike for Tony Webster was counterbalanced by this moving little book. I greatly appreciated Barnes's writing style and his revealing reflections on time and the fragmentary nature of memory. What's not to like in a novel about missed opportunities and the struggle us humans always face when life or other people prevent us from getting what we desperately want and seek? My second Barnes novel. I am planning to read more....Continua
Non so bene cosa pensare di questo libro.
Spunti di riflessione e domande inevitabili in una vita idealmente consapevole mi hanno indotto a dare una valutazione più che positiva. Così pure la parte nostalgica della mia anima.
Il senso della fine (letteralmente) io non l'ho capito, ma non volevo nemmeno risposte, anzi preferisco i libri che lasciano pieni di dubbi. Qui però ci sono anche delle risposte. E queste non mi sono piaciute.
Non so che dire.
Sono perplessa. Lascio decantare e poi vedo.
Ah, mi è passato anche per la testa che forse, come diceva Nood, è un libro da affrontare ad "anta" inoltrati, in tempi di somme e di bilanci. Può darsi. Può essere anche la riprova che i veri capolavori non hanno età e sono illuminanti sia per chi ha già costruito il suo cammino, sia per chi lo sta ancora costruendo. In questo libro c'è qualcosa.... ma non so perché mi girano le scatole....Continua
Starts off as a growing up novel, focusing on an English boy in the 60s, his friends in particular one, school, sex and girls, in particular his girlfriend and then ends up concentrating on how to tackle maturity and old age. Brilliant ideas on life, its meaning, love, accumulation and responsabilities. Very good stuff....Continua
Beautiful command of language, thats' the part I enjoyed most whilst reading this book. However, the characters are sad little people clinging to the past. Of course we see things differently at different ages, of course our views differ from the ones those around us! The plot disappointed me and although I did like the final turn, whether one expects or not, it still did not make me change my mind about how pathetic the characters were throughout their lives. Still, I loved Barnes' narration and I look forward to rejoicing in his words again....Continua