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I'd forgotten how often we saw Magritte

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Seldom have I had a novel demand that I reach the ending so loudly.
Seldom have I had a novel so closely echo feelings I've had.

Much as I loved docbrite's new novel Liquor, the winner for novel I've been most affected by this year is decidedly Hollinghurst's The Line of Beauty- which is not surprising: the thing won the damn Booker prize, which seems to invariably go to Saddest British Novel of the Year, though I believe the intention is more Best British Novel of the Year.

And thank god I was as young in the 80s as I was- every report says it was a fucking bleak time to be the sort of grownup that I've become since then.
  • Yeah. It amazes me profoundly that nothing worse happened to me.
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