Tony Webster is a shallow douchebag. Review on The Sense of an Ending - Julian Barnes

This book is making out of the superlative kind. The book at first appears, acceptable to the end, to be a genuinely ordinary story of the life of a typical man who is neither recognizing about the all inclusive community around him nor does he see himself in an unmistakable light. Just toward the end is it evident that there were two remarkable stories being created meanwhile and you can see each one of the clues to the second story just in knowledge into the past regardless of the way that they were so clear, you consider how you could have missed them. You consider how the legend could have perplexed, ignored and dismissed them too. Then again isn't that privilege?

This is virtuoso composed work. This was two techniques for scrutinizing a story, one made to be examined in the standard way, advances, and substitute backward, with information of the past. This is the reason Barnes won the Booker Prize.