It is a cleverly written book but inevitable involves a lot of navel-gazing that becomes tedious.
Με το τρίτο μέρος να είναι και το πιο δυνατό, συναισθηματικά και δομικά, η πρώτη επαφή με τη γραφή του Julian Barnes αποδεικνύεται να μην είναι κι η τελευταία.I notice strange continuities: I used to rub oil into her back because her skin dried easily; now I rub oil into the drying oak of her grave-marker.
<b>England, England</b> by Julian Barnes
****note that I am not a fan of satire as a rule, even though I understand it, so this greatly affects my rating and dislike of this novel***
England, England contains a novel within a novel. Enclosed within the story of Martha Cochrane, is the satirical story of the development of England, England, a historical theme park thought of and spearheaded by Sir Jack Pitman. Throughout this book play with the idea of memory and history, what it is and isn’t, how people perceive it, and of course there is plenty of humour; some of it I even laughed at, particularly earlier on.
However, even if I liked satire, some of this—and note that my use of this term is not a judgement on people who like this book, since my parents and extended family will read and enjoy books like this—I found parts of this book was rather crass. Bear in mind that I cover my eyes for violence, etc on screen, too, much to the amusement of my teens and husband.
This is my first read by Julian Barnes, and if satire and/or the use of certain words I prefer not to read in print (lest they come out of my mouth in heated moments, which has been known to happen from time to time), then I suspect he’s not the author for me. However, if you are not bothered by these things, like satire and/or Julian Barnes, by all means try this novel; it is evident he knows how to write.