Il titolo è fuorviante. Perchè questo libro non ha fine. Perchè dopo averlo "finito", vuoi rileggerlo, per vedere se ti sei persa qualche dettaglio strada facendo, se magari hai capito male tu. E ancora e ancora. E i personaggi non ti aiutano certo in questo enigma. Tony, l'uomo senza qualità che vive una vita piatta, senza emozioni. Veronica, una stronza nella prima parte, un'eco della frase "Tu non capisci" nella seconda. E Adrian, il genio incomprensibile che parla per formule filosofiche. E tutti gli altri, tessere di un puzzle tutto bianco.
Ho adorato questo libro, ho adorato lo straniamento che mi ha dato. Da leggere. E rileggere. E rileggere. Per capire loro, e forse anche noi.
Julian Barnes
Il senso di una fine
Einaudi
Euro 10
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I've finished this book one hour ago and I'm still in shock because the last pages. This novel is perturbing, intense, extraordinary. After pag 150, my mind started to twist and to realize what happened, what the hell happened. I turned on my laptop and I read forums, posts, articles about this novel, and in everyone I found again the same deep feeling of estrangement. Then I sent a text to my best friend, who previously heartily recommended it to me. We had two completely opposite interpretations of events that for me were unquestionably one-sided. What's what? Who is related to who?
The title is misleading. Because, after the "ending", you want to read it again, to read again every single detail, because maybe you misunderstood the events. Again and again. And the characters doesn't give one single hint, at all. Tony, the man without qualities who lives a flat life, without any emotion. veronica, a bitch in the first part, the echo of the sentence "You don't understand" in the second one. And Adrian, the unintelligible genius who speaks by philosophical formulas. And the other ones, tiles of a total white jigsaw puzzle.
I loved this book, I loved the estrangement that made me feel. To read. And to read again. To understand them, and maybe us too.
Julian Barnes
The sense of an ending
