


they pretend to be deep, but are mostly Adrian Molesque. They’re something of a clique, but do open up to allow the entry of new boy Adrian. We start with Tony Webster at school, with his friends Colin and Alex. Normally I’d give you a brief outline of the plot, but to be honest the first half of the (admittedly short) novel seem to do just that. There were probably a thousand other books published in 2011 that were equally good, and many that followed a very similar pattern: lengthy biography of main character(s) twist twist end. Which is not to say that I thought The Sense of an Ending was bad. Because Dame Stella Rimmington and her posse must have thought it the best book published in 2011. I’ll be keeping all this mind when I’m writing about Julian Barnes’ Booker-winning novel The Sense of an Ending (2011), kindly sent to me by Jonathan Cape. If these don’t bother you, then you might still enjoy it. But more often than not, I mean: “I didn’t like this book, and here are the reasons why. When I say a book is good, it’s shorthand for “I thought it was good.” When I say a book is bad… well, sometimes it’s just bad. I try to remember sometimes, when I’m waving my arms left and right, dividing books into sheep and goats and making my pronouncements about them, that quality is largely subjective.
