On Chesil Beach by Ian McEwan

div clmuch that is real.
The fly cover of On Chesil Beach by Ian McEwanThose who write book blurbs are often prone to
describes the book as “a short novel ofhyperbole. The greatest, the best, the most, the
remarkable depth by a writer at the height of hisbiggest, the most superlative are terms of mundane
powers”. On Chesil Beach was recentlycommonplace. The term “best
short-listed for the Man Booker Prize, but lost out toselling” is usually an empty platitude.
Anne Enright’s The Gathering. I have read“Real” often signifies
both books and, for me at least, what is so amazing“very”, but without the
is the mere fact that two such utterly differentlatter’s imagined meaning. So what can we
concepts could have been considered for the samemake of “a short novel of remarkable depth
prize. It is reassuringly astounding that theby a writer at the height of his powers”? In
“genre” of literary fiction can bethe case of On Chesil Beach this blurb is an
home to every style, every emotion, everyunderstatement, but it is essentially accurate and
approach, every outcome, everything imaginable andjustified.