书名：The Sense of an Ending终结的感觉

作者：Julian Barnes

出版社名称：Vintage

出版时间：2017

语种：英文

ISBN：9781784705633

商品尺寸：12.9 x 1.2 x 19.8 cm

包装：平装

页数：以实物为准

★诺贝尔文学奖热门作家，当代真正代表欧洲志趣的文坛大师；

★布克奖众望所归之作，一本真正聪明又令人宽慰的书； ★入选《金融时报》、《每日电讯报》、《卫报》、美国国家广播电台、《西雅图时报》等二十余家媒体年度好书； ★当记忆欺骗了你，谁才能解读你的人生？ The Sense of an Ending《终结的感觉》是英国当代作家朱利安·巴恩斯的中篇小说，作者凭借本书赢得布克奖，并获大卫柯恩英国文学终身成就奖。布克奖评委会主席称，这是一本可读性很强的作品，它“具有英语文学经典作品的品质”，是“一本写给21世纪的人类的书”。 媒体评论：“这本书超过了其他任何当代英国作家具有的智慧与深度。”——《泰晤士报》Now a major film starring Academy Award nominees Jim Broadbent (Iris) and Charlotte Rampling (45 Years)Winner of the Man Booker Prize for Fiction in 2011Tony Webster and his clique first met Adrian Finn at school. Sex-hungry and book-hungry, they would navigate the girl-less sixth form together, trading in affectations, in-jokes, rumour and wit. Maybe Adrian was a little more serious than the others, certainly more intelligent, but they all swore to stay friends for life. Now Tony is retired. He's had a career and a single marriage, a calm divorce. He's certainly never tried to hurt anybody. Memory, though, is imperfect. It can always throw up surprises, as a lawyer's letter is about to prove. Review"An extremely moving, a precise book about the imprecision of memory and how it constructs people, stories and histories." (Alasitair Bruce Guardian)"Intriguing and engaging." (David Robb Daily Express) "Packs quite an emotional punch... Julian Barnes unravels the mystery with masterly skill. He springs surprise after surprise without stooping to sensationalism in a crisp, engaging tale" (Max Davidson Daily Mail) "Written in beautifully cadenced prose, it is a mature writer's reflections on love and marriage... on family and friendship, on work and death"(Time Out)

The Sense of an Ending《终结的感觉》讲述上世纪六十年代，高中生托尼有两个好友，三人爱读书也热衷于谈论性，常聚在一起调侃戏谑。后来博学睿智的艾德里安也加入了他们，他的加入让这个小圈子发生了悄然的改变。

成年后的托尼结婚又离婚，退休后他的生活平静无扰。然而，一份旧日女友母亲的遗嘱改变了他生活的轨迹，迫使他回首探寻当年的谜团。他发现，曾经笃信的回忆变得疑窦丛生，曾经温良无害的自己变得面目模糊。

朱利安·巴恩斯，英国当代著名作家。父母皆为法语教师，哥哥在牛津大学教授哲学，妻子帕特·凯伐纳是著名的文学经纪人。巴恩斯毕业于牛津大学，曾参与《牛津英语辞典》的编纂工作，做过多年的文学编辑和评论家。

Julian Barnes is the author of twelve novels, including The Sense of an Ending, which won the 2011 Man Booker Prize for Fiction. He has also written three books of short stories, Cross Channel, The Lemon Table and Pulse; four collections of essays; and two books of non-fiction, Nothing to be Frightened Of and the Sunday Times Number One bestseller Levels of Life. He lives in London.

There were three of us, and henow made the fourth. We hadn’t expected to add to our tight number: cliques and pairings had happened long before, and we were already beginning to imagine our escape from school into life. His name was Adrian Finn, a tall, shy boy who initially kept his eyes down and his mind to himself. For the first day or two, we took little notice of him: at our school there was no welcoming ceremony, let alone its opposite, the punitive introduction. We just registered his presence and waited.

The masters were more interested in him than we were. They had to work out hisintelligence and sense of discipline, calculate how well he’d previously been taught, and if he might prove “scholarship material:’ On the third morning of that autumn term, we had a history class with Old Joe Hunt, wryly affable in his three—piece suit, a teacher whose system of control depended on maintaining sufficient but not excessive boredom. “No you’ll remember that I asked you to do some preliminary reading about the reign of Henry the Eighth.” Cohn, Alex and I squinted at one another, hoping that the question wouldn’t be flicked, like an angler’s to land on one of our heads. “Who might like to oiler a characterisation of the age?” He drew his own conclusion from our averted eyes. “Well, Marshall, perhaps. How would you describe Henry the Eighth’s reign?” Our relief was greater than our curiosity because Marshall was a cautious know-nothing who lacked the inventiveness of true ignorance.He searched for possible hidden complexities in the question before eventually locating a response. “There was unrest, sir.” An outbreak of barely controlled smirking; Hunt himself almost smiled. “Would you, perhaps, care to elaborate?” Marshall nodded slow assent, thought a little longer, and decided it was no time for caution. “I’d say there was great unrest, sir.”