A little obvious… Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending
This year’s Booker (Man Booker – whatever it’s called) prize-winner. Short, pithy and apparently very, very good.
In a misguided attempt to read each of this year’s shortlisted titles before the prize was announced – note to self, next year assign this sort of task a timeframe stretching to several months rather than two and a half weeks – I bought this, Jamrach’s Menagerie, The Sisters Brothers and Pigeon English online. They arrived, I unwrapped them – stroked the covers (creepy) and wept to find that I’d accidentally bought the book-on-CD version of Sense of an Ending. I immediately sent it to my parentals. I wept again, after they’d listened to it when they told me that they agree with the Booker judges – it’s very good.
I now know precisely what happens to Patrick DeWitt’s hit killer-cowboys the Sisters Brothers and Carol Birch’s tiger petting, dragon-hunting Jaffy Brown – not to mention Year Seven’s second-best runner 11-year old Ghanaian immigrant Harrison Opoku. But I have absolutely no idea what happens in Julian Barnes’ novel. I loved Arthur and George and I think its fair to say (and bear with me because it is the season of terrible Christmas cracker style jokes) I’d like to get…
Wait for it….
A sense of its ending.
BA-DOOM-CISH!
So that’s two Barnes’ ending…
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