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On the surface, at first, Julian Barnes's book is the tale of an elderly English doctor's search for some intriguing details of Flaubert's life. Geoffrey Braithwaite seems to be involved in an attempt to establish whether a particularly fine, lovely, and ancient stuffed parrot is in fact one originally "borrowed by G. Flaubert from the Museum of Rouen and placed on his worktable during the writing of Un coeur simple, where it is called Loulou, the parrot of Felicité, the principal character of the tale."
What begins as a droll and intriguing excursion into the minutiae of Flaubert's life and intellect, along with an attempt to solve the small puzzle of the parrot--or rather parrots, for there are two competing for the title of Gustave's avian confrere--soon devolves into something obscure and worrisome, the exploration of an arcane Braithwaite obsession that is perhaps even pathological. The first hint we have that all is not as it seems comes almost halfway into the book, when after a humorously cantankerous account of the inadequacies of literary critics, Braithwaite closes a chapter by saying, "Now do you understand why I hate critics? I could try and describe to you the expression in my eyes at this moment; but they are far too discoloured with rage." And from that point, things just get more and more curious, until they end in the most unexpected bang.
One passage perhaps best describes the overall effect of this extraordinary story: "You can define a net in one of two ways, depending on your point of view. Normally, you would say that it is a meshed instrument designed to catch fish. But you could, with no great injury to logic, reverse the image and define the net as a jocular lexicographer once did: he called it a collection of holes tied together with string." Julian Barnes demonstrates that it is possible to catch quite an interesting fish no matter how you define the net. --Andrew Himes
Wonderful book. I loved it all while I was learning more about Flaubert than I ever thought was possible to know.Published 11 days ago by J. MCGIFFIN
What a strange book. How does one even begin to categorize it? Maybe that's the point. Maybe it shouldn't be categorized at all. Read morePublished 1 month ago by PlantBirdWoman
Distasteful, hard to follow, totally uninteresting. Waste of time and moneyPublished 2 months ago by Bede Camera
A central theme to Julian Barnes’ writing is our inability to capture exactly what happened with people, places, events…. well, things. Read morePublished 3 months ago by Matt Mansfield
I think this was my least liked book by Julian Barnes. I found his other work far more absorbing.Published 4 months ago by Love to Read
More of an essay book in a fictional form, about the author's perspectives on arts and life, very cleverly written, with great wit and sharp and often cynical humor. Read morePublished 4 months ago by whj
Brilliant!!! One of the finest writers in English today; lucid,elegant,erudite and, perhaps best of all,readable.Published 5 months ago by Gail C. Thomson