Julian Barnes
Julian Barnes
Julian Patrick Barnesis an English writer. Barnes won the Man Booker Prize for his book The Sense of an Ending, and three of his earlier books had been shortlisted for the Booker Prize: Flaubert's Parrot, England, England, and Arthur & George. He has also written crime fiction under the pseudonym Dan Kavanagh. In addition to novels, Barnes has published collections of essays and short stories...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth19 January 1946
thought-provoking youth pretentious
Yes, of course we were pretentious -- what else is youth for?
memories lying self
What is history? Any thoughts, Webster?' 'History is the lies of the victors,' I replied, a little too quickly. 'Yes, I was rather afraid you'd say that. Well, as long as you remember that it is also the self-delusions of the defeated. ... 'Finn?' '"History is that certainty produced at the point where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation." (quoting Patrick Lagrange)
home broken long
This was long before the term 'single-parent family' came into use; back then it was a 'broken home'...
memories lying survivor
History isn't the lies of the victors, as I once glibly assured Old Joe Hunt; I know that now. It's more the memories of the survivors, most of whom are neither victorious or defeated.
depth difficulty god-knows
...God knows you can have complication and difficulty without any compensating depth or seriousness
eye elderly world
Was it the case that colours dimmed as the eye grew elderly? Or was it rather that in youth your excitement about the world transferred itself onto everything you saw and made it brighter?
struggle saws lifetime
And perhaps it was also the case that, for all a lifetime's internal struggling, you were finally no more than what others saw you as. That was your nature, whether you liked it or not.
grief levels-of-life stories
Every love story is a potential grief story.
hurt blood next-day
The next day, when I was sober, I thought again about the three of us, and about time's many paradoxes. For instance: that when we are young and sensitive, we are also at our most hurtful; whereas when the blood begins to slow, when we feel less sharply, when we are more armoured and have learnt how to bear hurt, we tread more carefully.
suicide opposites light
I have at times tried to imagine the despair which leads to suicide, attempted to conjure up the slew and slop of darkness in which only death appears as a pinprick of light: in other words, the exact opposite of the normal condition of life.
heart trouble
One of the troubles is this: the heart isn't heart-shaped.
historical littles moments
The writer has little control over personal temperament, none over historical moment, and is only partly in charge of his or her own aesthetic.
reader uncomplicated ifs
If the writer were more like a reader, he’d be a reader, not a writer. It’s as uncomplicated as that.
historian happened
History isn't what happened, history is just what historians tell us.