![]() ![]() After she dies, she bequeaths her books and papers to her friend, our narrator, who takes his own sweet time to arrive at the conclusion that there were really no bombshells to be uncovered – but by way of tribute he writes an essay about Julian the Apostate, a Roman Emperor from 361 to 363, which fills a goodly third of this small book. ![]() To begin with, it seems we have a novel keen to tell us the story of one Elizabeth Finch, a teacher of sorts, a genuine individual, an interesting character, as observed by one of her students, a man between marriages unable to deliver the demands of the course thanks to various pressures who goes on to be her curious, detached friend over a number of years and a number of dinners, during which she always picked up the bill.Įlizabeth is a compelling and curious woman. What we have here is a veritable game of two halves, each of which are separated by a half-time of undue length that sorely tests your patience with the story being told. But even we have struggled with his latest. Bookmunch regulars will know that we like Julian Barnes a whole lot. ![]() Ah, what a mixed-up, muddled-up, shook up book is Elizabeth Finch. ![]()
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