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Nabokov will always be my master of male obsession, however Barnes (thankfully not a pedophile) comes in a close second.

Before She met Me isn't packed with glimmering prose, it doesn't leap to life or screech towards a zestful or resounding conclusion, but nevertheless I enjoyed it immensely. Graham Hendrick, Barnes' protagonist, is a middle aged bespectacled historian whose obsession with his second wife's past relationships starts to erode his pragmatism until he's combing through her foreign coins in order to identify the Peso or Lira she acquired when on holiday with the specific ex-boyfriend.

The infatuation/fixation isn't subtle -- Barnes slops on derangement like Jackson Pollock tossed paint...

Sometimes when he looks at her, he is envious of what she touches. Sometimes he consumes the leftover food (even the "discolored vegetables and sausage gristle") off her plate so he can experience what she might have ingested. Sometimes he wishes he could wear a crumpled wad of toilet paper she accidentally dropped on the floor as a decorative flower in his buttonhole. He's often paranoid, increasingly delusional and wildly jealous. All this would become slightly too Fatal Attraction if Barnes didn't have the good sense to unleash his acerbic and delightfully fiendish wit. Generous helpings of it too. Before She Met Me is loaded with psychological intrigue, crisp, sparkling dialogue and wily Machiavellian contortions. Barnes can write men. I've read The Lemon Table and although I didn't enjoy it as much as Before She Met Me, I did notice the author had an uncanny ability to shove you into the male psyche until you literally felt in need of a shave and a subscription to Maxim. Graham is acutely observed from every angle, his mind plundered and his mannerisms painstakingly scrutinized.

The only qualm I really have is that Barnes's women aren't 100% plausible here. At times they come across as parodies of women. They pout and admonish, they're coquettish and stoic and yet they're also defiant and explosive with what appears to be chronic PMS. This book, however, is not really about the women so their lack of realism didn't detract from my enjoyment.

Before She Met Me combines seemingly indigestible ingredients: 1/4th cup gooey goofball humor, 1 pint gut-wrenching heartache, 2 tablespoons homogenized horror...and yet the end result is surprisingly tasty....almost lip smacking good.


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Before She Met Me edition by Julian Barnes Literature Fiction eBooks Reviews

Julian Barnes must be one of the most various of English novelists writing today. FLAUBERT'S PARROT is virtually a piece of literary history in novel form. A HISTORY OF THE WORLD IN 10½ CHAPTERS is just that, a very peculiar history starting with Eden and moving on from there. ARTHUR AND GEORGE is a linked biography of two contrasting but real figures from the late 19th century. Each of these uses a totally different narrative form, and none is exactly what you would call a normal novel. By contrast, BEFORE SHE MET ME is closer to conventional fiction in containing made-up characters and having a beginning, middle, and end. It is a kind of Bluebeard story in reverse, in which it is now the husband who becomes jealous of his wife's former lovers.

Graham Hendrick is an academic historian, used to uncovering the relics of the past and teasing out their meaning; in this case, however, his training leads him only into trouble. While caught in a stale marriage, he falls for a younger woman called Ann, and divorces his wife in order to marry her. Ann is open and devoted, and Graham discovers new life under her influence. But he has had little experience other than with his first wife, and finds it hard to accept that Ann has had a much more varied romantic life (and a perfectly usual one for 1980; in exploring the attitude of different generations towards sex, the book is in some ways an extension of Ian McEwan's ON CHESIL BEACH, twenty years on). For a short time, Ann had a career as a B-movie actress; Graham happens to catch one of her films, and begins to wonder about her liaisons, onscreen and off. As he persists with his misapplication of the historical method to Ann's past, Graham's interest becomes an obsession, and eventually spills over into speculation about her present, leading to the dramatic climax with which the book ends.

I cannot say that the ending feels entirely right, but this is a book where the journey is much more important than the destination. Along the way, Barnes offers marvelous insights about divorce and the dynamics of marriage, in and out of the bedroom. There is a lot of genuine love, even among the craziness. Parts of the book are hilariously funny, especially the characterization of Graham's friend Jack Lupton, a philandering novelist of the back-to-the-soil school, who has developed farting to a fine art. And there are quite brilliant passages such as this, where Graham is looking through Ann's bookshelves and comes upon some maps "All of Ann's maps had been put away as if they'd been interrupted in mid-use. This made them more personal and, Graham suddenly realized, more threatening to him. A map, for him, once folded back into its proper order, lost its user's stamp it could be lent or given away without touching on any feelings of attachment. Looking at Ann's awkwardly squashed maps with their overruled creases was like seeing a clock stopped at a certain significant time; or -- and worse, he realized -- like reading her diary. Some of the maps (Paris, Salzburg, Madrid) had biro marks on them crosses, circles, street numbers. The sudden particularities of a life previous to him." This is at once an historian's insight and a novelist's. In another situation, such discoveries would add to the attraction of the other -- but under the irrational but relentless grip of jealousy, they lead only to disaster.
This was my sixth Julian Barnes and, of course, a work from earlier in his writing career. As usual, he offers wicked and lurid personal and social observations. However, not quite up to the sharpness and punch of later works like History of the World, Sense of an Ending and, above all, Nothing to be Frightened of. Barnes doesn't really hold my connection to the central character, Graham, to the end of the book. The ending, anyway, is abrupt and somewhat unsatisfying.
Really enjoyed the book. I was not expecting some of the events in the book. I liked the story and the style.
This is one of Barnes' "laziest books"! I fear he may not enjoy a "fine late flowering" if this is a taste of things to come! The suspense is still there, admittedly, but I have always felt this author to be at his very best as a short-story writer. Somehow none of the characters sound convincing here; OK so there is a lot of bickering - but then, it was so much more touchingly done by the protagonists in "Interference" (Cross Channel)! As for the hyberbolic wanking, I'm not sure that it was not intended to make us laugh.
The overall effect is that of a caricature - unless that be precisely the aim; man lost in a society of over-consumption of films, cigars, health-gurus and suchlike?
Nabokov will always be my master of male obsession, however Barnes (thankfully not a pedophile) comes in a close second.

Before She met Me isn't packed with glimmering prose, it doesn't leap to life or screech towards a zestful or resounding conclusion, but nevertheless I enjoyed it immensely. Graham Hendrick, Barnes' protagonist, is a middle aged bespectacled historian whose obsession with his second wife's past relationships starts to erode his pragmatism until he's combing through her foreign coins in order to identify the Peso or Lira she acquired when on holiday with the specific ex-boyfriend.

The infatuation/fixation isn't subtle -- Barnes slops on derangement like Jackson Pollock tossed paint...

Sometimes when he looks at her, he is envious of what she touches. Sometimes he consumes the leftover food (even the "discolored vegetables and sausage gristle") off her plate so he can experience what she might have ingested. Sometimes he wishes he could wear a crumpled wad of toilet paper she accidentally dropped on the floor as a decorative flower in his buttonhole. He's often paranoid, increasingly delusional and wildly jealous. All this would become slightly too Fatal Attraction if Barnes didn't have the good sense to unleash his acerbic and delightfully fiendish wit. Generous helpings of it too. Before She Met Me is loaded with psychological intrigue, crisp, sparkling dialogue and wily Machiavellian contortions. Barnes can write men. I've read The Lemon Table and although I didn't enjoy it as much as Before She Met Me, I did notice the author had an uncanny ability to shove you into the male psyche until you literally felt in need of a shave and a subscription to Maxim. Graham is acutely observed from every angle, his mind plundered and his mannerisms painstakingly scrutinized.

The only qualm I really have is that Barnes's women aren't 100% plausible here. At times they come across as parodies of women. They pout and admonish, they're coquettish and stoic and yet they're also defiant and explosive with what appears to be chronic PMS. This book, however, is not really about the women so their lack of realism didn't detract from my enjoyment.

Before She Met Me combines seemingly indigestible ingredients 1/4th cup gooey goofball humor, 1 pint gut-wrenching heartache, 2 tablespoons homogenized horror...and yet the end result is surprisingly tasty....almost lip smacking good.