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Book review:

On Chesil Beach

by Ian McEwan (b1948)

New York: Nan A. Talese, Doubleday, 2007

203 pages

Most likely you will find yourself undeniably drawn to keep turning the pages of On Chesil Beach.

It’s a quiet book, but it’s loaded with exotically passionate words and moments and discoveries about the very private concepts of love that Edward and Florence bring to their marriage in 1962.

There is almost none of the heaving bosom stuff that corrupts so many tales about love, and the language is realistic, almost chaste.

Ian McEwan lets the two lovers try to talk to each other about stuff that they deeply feel but for which they hardly know the words.

There is a sad, and sadly understandable, ending.

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Book review: The Financier

Theodore Dreiser’s villain…

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