A review by bub_9
Elizabeth Finch by Julian Barnes

2.0

Yikes. Where is the provocative intelligent Barnes I know and love(d)? I think his weakest book I've read, by far, and a big part of that is just the weird obsession with Julian (authorial hubris?) the Apostate and the dull biographical way in which that section of the book is written. And precisely because the subject-matter is so intellectual, the usual force that Barnes brings with his fabulous use of the device of the unreliable narrator falls rather flat here.

Genuinely rather disappointing.