I have read The sense of an ending, by Julian Barnes. Having previously read “England, england” from the same author, I did not have high expectations on this book, even if it did win the Booker prize in 2011. I was proven wrong, as The sense of an ending is one of the best reads I had lately.
The novel is a strong first person life story, a complete personal and subjective view of a man’s life, from different perspective: starting from teenage, young man, and old man (grandpa even). We are presented the normal things that preoccupy young intellectual male in the 60s: books, literature, knowledge, interest in opposite sex, and curiosity. We are presented with interactions in school, how young boys would get friends, and what was their opinion on the world and things like: suicide, unwanted pregnancy, virginity, and similar topics.
The storyteller, Tony, has a teenage relationship with a very strange girl, Veronica, a symbol of the eternal feminism that is not comprehensible by man. She has no apparent explanation for anything she does, being totally illogic, pure feminist, without any rationale in actions, and very confusing for a young boy at his first relationship. The image is depicted very well, taking the reader back in time in their young years, getting very personal and close to each of us, throughout our young selves.
We are presented with apparently unconnected events, like Adrian’s suicide, and the breakup with Veronica, which starts a relationship with Adrian, before he committed suicide. We are then taken later into time, nearly 40 years later, to see how our character turned out: met a far simpler woman, precise and very predictable: Margaret, whom he married and had a daughter, but their marriage never lasted. Margaret is the symbol of the best friend woman, who can be a lover, but never in full symbiosis.
The chain of events unfolds with the will from Veronica’s mother, and Adrian’s diary, and with the rebirth of many feelings from Tony regarding Veronica, and their somehow not complete love story. The end is very unpredictable, and somehow makes us very pitiful for Veronica, as she would not have deserved the crude reality that happened to her: her mother seducing her lover and giving birth to a brother to her with her own lover. The end plot twist is somehow a bit painful and dark, and I would have honestly expected something different , as the story unfolded.
The sense of an ending is a life story, marvelously written, taking us back through each stage of our life, making us relive a lot of moments from our youth. It depicts the eternal feminine mystery in a great way, and teenage relationships, but also maturity and the effect of it, and the difference that our initial events make for us, and the fingerprint that we always wear with us , from the persons that truly influenced our life.
A great book, gives a bitter taste in the end, and makes me think a lot, which is something I really appreciate in a book.