'I don't believe in God, but I miss Him.' Julian Barnes' new book is, among many things, a family memoir, an exchange with his philosopher brother, a meditation on morality and the fear of death, a celebration of art, an argument with and about God, and a homage to the French writer Jules Renard.
This is a two hundred and forty five page essay about death, it is al of the things mentioned in the cover blurb above but it is about death. The writing is fantastic, its very funny and Barnes raises many points. He's not an atheist like his brother , I feel he holds out a wee hope that there might be something in the great beyond even though his intelligence tells him he's being 'silly'.
Not a light read and I admit there are parts that flew straight over my head but interesting as he approaches an age where he realizes that .....somewhere in the not too distance future there are not too many football seasons left....
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