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"From the Man Booker Prize-winning author of The Sense of an Ending, a novel about a young man on the cusp of adulthood and a woman who is already there, a love story shot through with sheer beauty, profound sadness, and deep truth. Most of us have only one story to tell. I don't mean that only one thing happens to us in our lives: there are countless events, which we turn into countless stories. But there's only one that matters, only one finally worth telling. This is mine. One summer in the sixties, in a staid suburb south of London, Paul comes home from university, aged nineteen, and is urged by his mother to join the tennis club. In the mixed-doubles tournament he's partnered with Susan Mcleod, a fine player who's forty-eight, confident, ironic, and married, with two nearly adult daughters. She is also a warm companion, their bond immediate. And they soon, inevitably, are lovers. Clinging to each other as though their lives depend on it, they then set up house in London to escape his parents and the abusive Mr. Mcleod. Decades later, with Susan now dead, Paul looks back at how they fell in love, how he freed her from a sterile marriage, and how -- gradually, relentlessly -- everything falling apart, as she succumbed to depression and worse while he struggled to understand the intricacy and depth of the human heart. It's a piercing account of helpless devotion, and of how memory can confound us and fail us and surprise us (sometimes all at once), of how, as Paul puts it, "first love fixes a life forever"--… (mais)
Great writing, vocabulary building, thought provoking and very sad. This is the story of an older man looking back on his life and his first love (scandalous) and how that relationship marked his entire life. Also learned a new (to me) German word Torschlusspanik. ( )
The Only Story is an in depth look at a May December romance where the man (boy) is almost thirty years younger than the woman. It has a memoir feel to it. The well written prose can only go so far as to keep our interest. The usual cold British feel doesn’t help our lack of emotional response to the characters. The collapse of the marriage affair from alcoholism is merely sad. This was my first Julian Barnes novel. I am grateful to have experienced his voice but I can’t give a 100% recommendation. ( )
This book was a disappointment after Sense of an Ending. Two characters were mainly presented, both of whom were quite flawed, and unfortunately, spent most of the book rationalizing their flaws rather than living much of their lives. The protagonist, who starts the book as a 19-year-old college student in an affair with an alcoholic twice his age, may have had a fairly well lived life, but the details are not shared with his. He is constantly searching for the correct meaning of love and does not find it. He did spend much of his life enabling his lover's alcoholism. There was also much repetition of much of the tediousness and TMI of Sense of an Ending. ( )
Vero, sincero e dolente. Di come la sventatezza della gioventù non possa fare a meno di confrontarsi con traumi che si sono sedimentati da tempo e che nel tempo ulteriormente si svilupperanno. Una riflessione sull’amore, sul crescere e sulla visione in prospettiva della propria vita. Barnes va in profondità e sa guardare da dentro e da fuori. ( )
adicionada por KayCliff | editarGuardian, Alex Presta(Feb 4, 2018)
Over a period of more than 30 years, he has returned again and again to certain lugubrious and exacting English themes: suburban conventions, coming-of-age anxieties and the enigmas of bourgeois love. From his first novel, “Metroland,” to “The Sense of an Ending,” which won the Booker Prize in 2011, Barnes has applied a melancholy drill to a patient still confined to the chair.
adicionada por KayCliff | editarNew York Times, Lawrence Osborne(Apr 26, 2015)
adicionada por KayCliff | editarLondon Magazine, Erik Martiny
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Novel·la: Un relat breu, generalment d'amor. Samuel Johnson A dictionary of the English language (1755)
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Què preferiríeu: estimar molt i patir molt, o estimar poc i patir poc? Vejam, em penso que, al capdavall, és l'únic dilema vàlid.
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El primer amor et determina la vida per sempre: això ho he esbrinat amb els anys. Potser no superi amors posteriors, però aquests últims sempre quedaran afectats per la seva existència. Pot servir de model, o de contraexemple. Pot eclipsar amors posteriors, o per contra, els pot tornar més suportables, millors. Tot i que de vegades el primer amor cauteritza el cor, i qualsevol que més endavant hi busqui trobarà teixit cicatritzat. (pag. 91)
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Així doncs, em vaig aixecar i vaig mirar la Susan un últim cop; no em va venir cap llàgrima als ulls. De camí a la sortida em vaig aturar al taulell de recepció i vaig preguntar on quedava la gasolinera més propera. L'home va ser molt servicial.
"From the Man Booker Prize-winning author of The Sense of an Ending, a novel about a young man on the cusp of adulthood and a woman who is already there, a love story shot through with sheer beauty, profound sadness, and deep truth. Most of us have only one story to tell. I don't mean that only one thing happens to us in our lives: there are countless events, which we turn into countless stories. But there's only one that matters, only one finally worth telling. This is mine. One summer in the sixties, in a staid suburb south of London, Paul comes home from university, aged nineteen, and is urged by his mother to join the tennis club. In the mixed-doubles tournament he's partnered with Susan Mcleod, a fine player who's forty-eight, confident, ironic, and married, with two nearly adult daughters. She is also a warm companion, their bond immediate. And they soon, inevitably, are lovers. Clinging to each other as though their lives depend on it, they then set up house in London to escape his parents and the abusive Mr. Mcleod. Decades later, with Susan now dead, Paul looks back at how they fell in love, how he freed her from a sterile marriage, and how -- gradually, relentlessly -- everything falling apart, as she succumbed to depression and worse while he struggled to understand the intricacy and depth of the human heart. It's a piercing account of helpless devotion, and of how memory can confound us and fail us and surprise us (sometimes all at once), of how, as Paul puts it, "first love fixes a life forever"--
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