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REVIEW The Sea By John Banville John Banville Í 7 READ READ ´ eBook, PDF or Kindle ePUB Í John Banville R the first time What Max comes to understand about the past and about its indelible effects on him is at the center of this elegiac gorgeously written novel among the finest we have had from this masterful write. Night and everything so uiet as if there were no one not even myself I cannot hear the sea which on other nights rumbles and growls now near grating now afar and faint I do not want to be alone like this Why have you not come back to haunt me Is the least I would have expected of you Why this silence day after day night after interminable night It is like a fog this silence of yours What is John Banville s The Sea all about An infinite weave of contemplative and melancholic feelings of a man lost in his sufferings It is about the impossibility of hope the harshness of loss and the inescapability of pain A convulsive probe into the past it revisits times gone by that sets it all adrift Constant guilt for what could not have been changed accounts of resentments and the restraints and combat of a man to the intimacy of grief All coupled with constant images and metaphors of a turbulent and immeasurable sea There were things of course the boy that I was then would not have allowed himself to foresee in his eager anticipations even if he had been able Loss grief the sombre days and the sleepless nights such surprises tend not to register on the prophetic imagination s photographic plate The story is narrated by Max a retired art critic who is mourning the death of his wife Anna and now living at The Cedars which he remembers from his youth Whether recalling those days when he lived with his family in modest surroundings and gawked eagerly into the house and its inhabitants the Graces John Banville impresses with his beautiful splendid and brittle writing His protagonist Max is governed by his whims which twists and weakens before its sorrowfulness his mourning the sutures of old dislikes and the trace of his fossilized tears These days I must take the world in small and carefully measured doses it is a sort of homeopathic cure I am undergoing though I am not certain what this cure is meant to mend Perhaps I am learning to live among the living again Practising I mean But no that is not it Being here is just a way of not being anywhere Among meditations on losses and presages of death we encounter once in a while a specter of happiness might we dream of hope Possibly this is too far to imagine but even Banville protagonist s wanderings remember to point to the existence of peace if not happiness Like the sun that steals a chance to come through on an overcast and dark sky with its rays reflecting alluringly in the tumultuous sea How does Banville present us with a scene not so wistful how can he amidst so such melancholy bring up moments of joy His only escape is through remembrances of a long gone past a past of friendship a past with wisps of seduction forgetting the losses that followed for mere moments Those moments invariably invoke the sea with its vastness and its depths along with its mysterious personal allure Still that day of license and illicit invitation was not done As Mrs Grace stretched there on the grassy bank continued softly snoring a torpor descended on the rest of us in that little dell the invisible net of lassitude that falls over a company when one of its number detaches and drops away into sleep Suddenly she was the centre of the scene the vanishing point upon which everything converged suddenly it was she for whom these patterns and these shades had been arranged with such meticulous artlessness that white cloth on the polished glass the leaning blue green tree the frilled ferns even those little clouds trying to seem not to move high up in the limitless marine sky All is not darkness the memories bring back those long ago days of lightness Thus there are furtive moments of carefree recollection that appear to console our protagonist Happiness was different in childhood It was so much a matter of simply of accumulation of taking things new experiences new emotions and applying them like so many polished tiles to what would someday be the marvelously finished pavilion of the self And incredulity that too was a large part of being happy I mean that euphoric inability fully to believe one s simple luck I have always loved the sea with its ever changing tides and undercurrents and its massive waters always invoked sentiments of peace or turbulence in me never of melancholy and sorrow Thus Banville through Max seems to view a different sea from mine No matter what sea we contemplate a lush tropical one or Max s frigid and bleak one the differences persist Could a austere sea invoke the sentiments Max tells us in his narrative No I do not think it comes from the sea but from inside And it seems frozen by the winds of gloom in Max s heart However there are rare moments of peace and hopefulness even if short lived And ultimately he returns to his sufferings and the loss that so ravaged him We forgave each other for all that we were not What could be expected in this vale of torments and tears Do not look so worried Anna said I hated you too a little we were human beings after all Yet for all that I cannot rid myself of the convictions that we missed something that I missed something only I do not know what it might have been Thus Anna tried to liberate Max of his guilt Yes we are allowed to hate those we love and if we can hate is solely because we loved That s how human beings can form relationships by being truthful to themselves However Max was not ready to give up on his guilt that still hangs on together with his memories of AnnaStill drowning in his grief from his hard and recent loss we read and feel for its inevitability like the tide that stops for nothing and Max unavoidable memories hurt and haunt him His memories only escalate his sentiment of gloom and remorse I have to confess that this was one of the scattered moments where I read than the beauty of Banville well chosen words his suffering with the loss of his wife touched me deeply I sat in the bay of the window and watched the day darken Bare trees across the road were black against the last flares of the setting sun and the rooks in a raucous flock were wheeling and dropping settling disputatiously for the night I was thinking of Anna I make myself think of her I do it as an exercise She is lodged in me like a knife and yet I am beginning to forget her However Max not ready yet to let Anna go calls for her in his immense sadness like a sinking boat that is missing the saving grace of a gracious wind that picks up on the waves of forgetfulness which would push him to a safe shore and acceptance I said something some fatuous thing such as Don t go or Stay with me but again she gave that impatient shake of the head and tugged my hand to draw me closer They are stopping the clocks she said the merest threat of a whisper conspiratorial I have stopped time And she nodded a solemn knowing nod and smiled too I would swear it was a smile Alas all Banville s lyrical and bittersweet chronicle left me with plenty of beautiful uotes Yes I was carried away by his lyricism and kept going between uotes Banville mostly gives us poetry in prose However I felt Banville s elouence and his gorgeously passionate way of phrasing what he wants to say somehow impacts adversely on his storytelling ability I recently read Virginia Woolf s The Waves and there her lyricism worked because that was what she aimed to do There was no storyline no plot and it worked perfectly No so here I felt Banville s characters suffered from the weight of his lyrical prose I ended loving it for its poetry but not loving it so much for his characters Yes Max is not the kind of protagonist I appreciate Yes the themes are explored to the fullest Yes Banville tells his tale alluringly with a delightful language that few writers can glue together Yes I loved the theme it s profound reflections on love loss regret and the role memory plays in the grieving process His insights are certainly great literature But it left me wanting wanting a protagonist I could fully comprehend and grasp Perhaps it is not so terrible to be 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REVIEW The Sea By John Banville John Banville Í 7 READ READ ´ eBook, PDF or Kindle ePUB Í John Banville Lidays as a child to cope with the recent loss of his wife It is also a return to the place where he met the Graces the well heeled family with whom he experienced the strange suddenness of both love and death fo. Nude in the Bath and Small Dog Pierre Bonnard 1941 46What has this luminous painting of a female bather to do with a book called The Sea you might ask More than you might think Pierre Bonnard a French Post Impressionist painter often painted his wife Marthe He painted this particular piece when she was in her 70s and she had died by the time he completed it We can see by virtue of the recognisable images of female form and bathtub the general gist of the painting But the image goes beyond the bounds of reality with the misshapen bathtub that accommodates impossibly long and bent limbs the colours shimmering and waving on the organically undulating walls as though they might just disappear at any moment a dog on what might be a mat or a suare of light on the slanted floor brushstroke after gorgeous brushstroke coming together to simulate Marthe s moment of private repose The moment is almost certainly of a younger Marthe though It is the artist s memories of an earlier youthful moment There is a formula which fits painting perfectly wrote Bonnard many little lies to create a great truthNot only is the narrator of this novella Max Morden attempting to write a book about Bonnard not only did Max s own wife during her painful decline enjoy the silent comfort of baths but like Bonnard he is trying to cobble together an image one of his wife and his life looking back as an aging widower These memories and images are as elusive as distorted as tricky as the painting But when brought together they capture the luminosity pain and newness of a pivotal summer in his youthMax is a flawed and not particularly likeable character and he s often looking through the bottom of a bottle which adds to the hazy unreliability of his point of view His aching melancholy is always felt an aging man who can only look back and piece together as best he can a story that is at once innocent and vaguely sinister This exploration of memory grief and loss washes over you with many waves dragging you under to the murky depthsReading John Banville is like gazing at a painting His poetic style is incredibly evocative and visual He brings his readers to the scene right up close to his subjects We can smell their breath we can see the little imperfections At the same time we are not entirely sure how this person got there were they wearing a blue dress or a floral one He meanders between past and present revealing just enough a trail of literary breadcrumbs Each brushstroke works with the next to complete the story This 2005 Booker Prize winner is gorgeous a masterpiece delineating the difference between literature and just plain fiction

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REVIEW The Sea By John Banville John Banville Í 7 READ READ ´ eBook, PDF or Kindle ePUB Í John Banville In this luminous new novel about love loss and the unpredictable power of memory John Banville introduces us to Max Morden a middle aged Irishman who has gone back to the seaside town where he spent his summer ho. I think there s a big difference between literature and fiction and this book is a perfect example as is obvious from the number of negative reviews posted on this website Some books can be read purely for their entertainment value We like reading them because the plots and settings and characters capture our interest That s what fiction does But some books provide an additional dimension for readers who are willing to put a little time and thought into what they are reading and who enjoy digging a little deeper below the plot line to think about the things that motivate the characters to behave the way they do Those of us who who are looking for than plot and characterization in a good book tend to be intrigued by the way authors use language and amazingly enough we actually enjoy discovering new words even though it means looking them up in a dictionary Banville s writing is going to be lost on a lot of readers because it s much than a work of fiction But for the rest of us it s a great example of why we love to read in the first placeit s because we love to see our language used so beautifully in the hands of a writer who has such deep insights into some of the great themes that good literature has always dealt with This is one of those books It s a profound reflection on lovelossregret and the role memory plays in the grieving process Those who love to read because they enjoy thinking about the insights to be found in books that are beautifully written will most likely love this book Obviously not everyone reads for that reason which is fine for thembut for the rest of us it s easy to see why Banville is considered such a fine writer