How could he fail to love someone so strangely and warmly particular, so painfully honest and self-aware, whose every thought and emotion appeared naked to view, streaming like charged particles through her changing expressions and gestures? Even without her strong-boned beauty he would have had to love her. And she loved him with such intensity, such excrutiating physical reticence.It is rare to read a review of a McEwan book which doesn't use the terms masterful or master of... And I don't argue with McEwan's abilities as a writer. He is thoroughly enjoyable to read. His writing is rich, thoughtful and yet straightforward and simple. Like many great writers, I find myself wanting to read his words slowly, often re-reading sentences and paragraphs.
This short book let's the reader peer into the lives of two young people on their wedding night in 1962. McEwan quickly reveals deep-seated thoughts and insecurities as we learn about the newlyweds. The writer has an amazing ability to give us short descriptive sketches of two lives which let us understand their complex emotions and actions. The ending hits like the moral at end of a fable.
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