Flakes of the life of a sensate man; random notes and pictures that endeavour to capture capricious thoughts, largely of unreasonable and mysterious origin, before they leave forever the wandering mind of a life pilgrim stumbling towards the point where parallel lines meet.
“Give me the sensate mind, that knows The vast extent of human woes!” M. Robinson Angelina II. 1796
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
On Chesil Beach
Arnold Bockin: Isle of the Dead *
My grand-daughter, who had been staying here with me, left last Monday abandoning on the table a copy of 'On Chesil Beach', by Ian McEwan. Finding it there on Tuesday morning I picked it up and, over my morning coffee, I began to read it. Before I rose from the table I had finished reading all of its 166 pages. It is a tragic tale beautifully written. In less able, or more salacious hands several passages essential to the story could easily have been narrated sensationally but McEwan handles his story to invoke emotions of tenderness and understanding rather than eroticism. I enjoyed reading 'On Chesil Beach'. In a way it left me feeling much as I did when I had finished reading William Trevor's, 'The Story of Lucy Gault'. *Oh yes, despite the principal protagonists surviving to the end of the story, there is a connection!