Any bibliophile will tell you that diving into the pages of a good book offers escape. Over the years I have offered an endless list of wonderful titles that guarantee transportation to another time and place.
Then Julian Barnes throws a wet blanket on everything.
Of course he does.
And this is just yet another reason to love Barnes. He delivers beautifully raw truths with economy.
Feeling hopeless that no respectable vice offers solace and now you are faced with Neflixing your brain into brilliant culinary consistency a la Beach Road Chicken creamed peas? Not so fast, partner. Barnes calls you to action:
Not happy with your sweet land of liberty? Then stop with the entropic kvetching and change your Sense of an Ending.