by Julian Barnes
I was really looking forward to reading this as I absolutely loved Arthur and George. But I was a little disappointed. After reading so many teenage novels, this adult one appeared very pretentious. But perhaps it's just mature writing for the intellectuals! Much philosophising, debating every event in life, contemplating the meaning of life itself, our role in it, our memories of our life, and how our memories are not always to be believed. The story follows Tony, his schoolfriend Adrian, and mutual lover Veronica. Shocks abound, secrets uncovered. Not bad really.
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