Thursday 27 June 2013

Sophie Reviews... The Sense of an Ending by Julian Barnes

The Sense of an Ending was honestly one of the most depressing novels I've ever read, and not in a good way. Now, this may be because I am simply not the right age to read this book, which is narrated by Tony, a 60-something retired man who grew up in the sixties, but I was not particularly impressed by this novel. I appreciate the need for a target audience, but to me Barnes seems to have aliened anyone who isn't older than middle-age, not really getting the younger generations into reading, is it? Okay, so maybe I'm being too harsh, The Sense of an Ending did win the Man Booker Prize, perhaps I just didn't 'get it', but to me all this novel did was create an overwhelming sense of the pointlessness of life, that all the hopes and dreams you might have when you are young for a somewhat interesting life are unrealistic. Honestly, not something I really wanted to hear.

Maybe I'm just a naive teenager, but I would like to think that marrying someone you love and having a child with them are at least highlights of your life. Barnes' narrator, however, sums this part of his life up in a single sentence, and swiftly moves onto, well, not much. Although featuring many periods of Tony's life, the novel seems to concentrate on his interactions with school friend Adrian and university girlfriend Veronica, who end up in a relationship with each other, at which point a young Tony wants nothing to do with them. Despite that these two characters are implied to be Tony's reason for telling his story, we get little insight into these enigmatic, yet uninteresting characters from Tony as he looks back on his youthful years. However, this may be somehow forgiven if the two characters related to Tony in some cryptic and unforeseeable way, which we do of course hope, as a reader, seeing as the first person narration forces us to relate to him as there is simply not enough description to relate to anyone else. But alas, no, something happened in their lives, which Tony simply figures out years later, and, oh, it makes no difference to his life whatsoever.

The previously mentioned marriage ended after 12 years, and at the time Tony tells his story, as Barnes puts it, Tony and his ex-wife have been divorced longer than they were married. And so Tony settles for the single life, he doesn't really do anything, and just accepts it. Now, again maybe I'm being unrealistic and naive, but ending up alone with no real accomplishments in life, and the only interesting story to tell being about two people you knew in your past, doesn't really give me much hope for the future, in fact it makes me want to be as unlike old Tony as humanly possible. Hey! Maybe it is an inspirational story! After I finished the novel, I had an urge to ring up my mum (who has also read it) and ask her if life really is that depressing. Of course I didn't; me and my mum don't have that sort of relationship. Or maybe I was scared that she'd say yes.

Throughout the novel the narrator puts in reflections and words of wisdom about life, etc. Which would be fine, yes yes, all very well and good, if these reflections had any sort of plot to attach to, which they didn't. In fact The Sense of an Ending seemed more like a book of repetitive observations than a novel, and that's not really what I wanted to read. In somewhat of an attempt to give the reader a shocking ending, Barnes explains the 'drama' that involved both Adrian and Veronica, through Tony's realisations. Although we accept the narrators assumption (because why else would Barnes have written it?), there is no confirmation from any of the characters involved that it is in fact the truth, and I was left wondering what the point of the novel really was.