Nothing To Be Frightened Of

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Julian Barnes: Nothing To Be Frightened Of (EBook, 2008, Random House Publishing Group)

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English language

Published Aug. 10, 2008 by Random House Publishing Group.

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978-1-4070-1547-7
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5 stars (1 review)

A brilliant, discursive, very funny book about death and the fear of death, god, nature, nurture and the author's childhood. The closest thing to a memoir Barnes will ever write...'I don't believe in God, but I miss Him.' Julian Barnes' new book is, among many things, a family memoir, an exchange with his brother (a philosopher), a meditation on mortality and the fear of death, a celebration of art, an argument with and about God, and a homage to the French writer Jules Renard. Though he warns us that 'this is not my autobiography', the result is a tour of the mind of one of our most brilliant writers. When Angela Carter reviewed Barnes' first novel, Metroland, she praised the mature way he wrote about death. Now, nearly thirty years later, he returns to the subject in a wise , funny and constantly surprising book, which defies category and classification …

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Where to start about this book of endings?

How about the striking cover of the American hardback edition I read? Other than the text of title and author, it consists solely of a closeup of the sexagenarian Barnes, face half-shadowed, casual but collared blue shirt unbuttoned, hair neatly parted, weak English lips set together (with perchance the slightest hint of a smile?), eyebrows slightly raised creating lines across the forehead, emotive and knowing eyes burning a hole in your soul. Except Mr. Barnes doesn't believe in souls. Or an afterlife. Or a God who watches over all, despite acknowledging missing Him in the opening sentence. Within the covers, this book is a very personal, nuanced and multifarious look at the end of life by an erudite observer who believes the end is literally the end, as do I.

It was this cover that took hold of me when I came …