*Winner of the Man Booker Prize*
A luminous novel about love, loss, and the unpredictable power of memory.
In this “extraordinary meditation on mortality, grief, death, childhood and memory" (USA Today), John Banville introduces us to Max Morden, a middle-aged Irishman who has gone back to the seaside town where he spent his summer holidays as a child to cope with the recent loss of his wife. It is also a return to the place where he met the Graces, the well-heeled family with whom he experienced the strange suddenness of both love and death for the first time.
What Max comes to understand about the past, and about its indelible effects on him, is at the center of this elegiac, gorgeously written novel — among the finest we have had from this masterful writer.
Banville's magnificent new novel, which won this year's Man Booker Prize and is being rushed into print by Knopf, presents a man mourning his wife's recent death and his blighted life. "The past beats inside me like a second heart," observes Max Morden early on, and his return to the seaside resort where he lost his innocence gradually yields the objects of his nostalgia. Max's thoughts glide swiftly between the events of his wife's final illness and the formative summer, 50 years past, when the Grace family father, mother and twins Chloe and Myles lived in a villa in the seaside town where Max and his quarreling parents rented a dismal "chalet." Banville seamlessly juxtaposes Max's youth and age, and each scene is rendered with the intense visual acuity of a photograph ("the mud shone blue as a new bruise"). As in all Banville novels, things are not what they seem. Max's cruelly capricious complicity in the sad history that unfolds, and the facts kept hidden from the reader until the shocking denouement, brilliantly dramatize the unpredictability of life and the incomprehensibility of death. Like the strange high tide that figures into Max's visions and remembrances, this novel sweeps the reader into the inexorable waxing and waning of life.
I was continually thrilled by the author's relevant wordsmithing.
His manner of exposing the emotions and feelings of such delicate situations and circumstances are like entering the character's mind and appreciating the narrative as if one's own.
I shall move quickly to follow his writing genius.
I read over one-half of this book and then did something I have only done one other time in my life -- I closed it permanently! While Banville's descriptive abilities are outstanding, as is his beautiful sentence structure, this is the most boring book I have ever read. There is NO action and no real story that I could detect. I think he is a talented writer with NO story to tell!