Pick up this book—it weighs little. At under 200 pages, I suppose novella would be an apt description, but crammed into its pages are endless glowing descriptions, painful moments, and tidbits of perfect clarity. The Sense of an Ending is riveting, meandering, and pretty damn good.
Told by a terribly unreliable narrator, Tony (or Anthony as his refined new friend Adrian calls him), from the later stages of his life, the story traces Tony’s days at secondary school to his golden years. He and his two best friends are a tight group, but a new student, Adrian, arrives and seamlessly melds into their crew. This group of four, prone to wearing their watches on the insides of their wrists and scoffing “That’s philosophically self-evident” in a half self-mocking, half desperate manner, finish their school year and head of in various directions. Three to university, one to his father’s business.
As time flows by and they drift apart, their lives carry on in mostly unremarkable ways. We stay with Tony through this section, only meeting up with the others during holiday reunions on breaks from school and within optimistically exchanged letters. Why Tony is telling this story becomes evident later. An emotionally devastating event, which Barnes carefully and tactfully leads the reader toward, shocks Tony and his friends and is the axis around which the story spins. This event and those deeply involved in it cause Tony to painfully reminisce and find something with which to anchor his current reality. His memory and observations serve him poorly, compelling him to dredge up past lovers and others.
As this is my first #CBR (longtime Pajiba lurker, finally putting in a little effort), I’m not sure how to end this review… Recommended? Hell yes it is. If the numerous awards it won aren’t enough, take this review to heart. Settle in and get reading. You’ll be treated to lines like this throughout:
“We live in time—it holds us and moulds us—but I’ve never felt I understood it very well.”
That’s what the book really is—an examination of time, and how, when events are assayed from afar, it becomes grossly clear that time has warped our memories and spun us tales we never truly experienced.