This was a somber, melancholic evocation of death and mortality. It also ended up being a beautiful homage to the French writer Jules Renard.
This was a somber, melancholic evocation of death and mortality. It also ended up being a beautiful homage to the French writer Jules Renard.
PICK! All the stars.
Barnes‘ usual wit about humanity‘s approach to the idea of dying.
Insightful, erudite, and sometimes hilarious.
Goes well with the coffin sample in my office and other death-related collectibles in the house. 😬
This book is an insightful pit-gazing exploration of death. Barnes uses literary examples, writerly deaths, and ultimately modernity to explore our innate fear of death. He writes with a gentle agnosticism that takes into account faith, atheism and a liberal middleground to work towards an understanding. The writing itself is characterized by tension between fact and memory. Man cannot look to the past or future without the tint of his own mind.