Levels of Life

Levels of Life

Hardback

By (author) Julian Barnes

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  • Publisher: Jonathan Cape Ltd
  • Format: Hardback | 128 pages
  • Dimensions: 138mm x 204mm x 18mm | 269g
  • Publication date: 4 April 2013
  • Publication City/Country: London
  • ISBN 10: 0224098152
  • ISBN 13: 9780224098151
  • Sales rank: 10,947

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'You put together two things that have not been put together before. And the world is changed...' Julian Barnes' new book is about ballooning, photography, love and grief; about putting two things, and two people, together, and about tearing them apart. One of the judges who awarded him the 2011 Man Booker Prize described him as 'an unparalleled magus of the heart'. This book confirms that opinion.

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Julian Barnes was born in Leicester and moved to London in 1946. He is the author of twenty books, and in 2011 won the Man Booker Prize for The Sense of an Ending. He met Pat Kavanagh in 1978. Pat Kavanagh was born in South Africa and moved to London in 1964. She worked in advertising and then, for forty years, as a literary agent. She married Julian Barnes in 1979, and died in 2008.

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`Affecting, profound.` Guardian `An alluring-sounding melange of history, fiction and memoir.` Sunday Times

Editorial reviews

While one might expect a Barnes book to impress, delight, move, disconcert or amuse, the last thing for which his work prepares us is the blast of paralysingly direct emotion that concludes Levels of Life… The extraordinary power of the final segment, in which Barnes writes with astonishing precision about mourning and grief, those areas of human experience so often camouflaged with evasion and silence. It’s writing so intense that one has trouble meeting its gaze: a love song to “the heart of my life, the life of my heart” as well as a fearsome acknowledgement of the depths of a survivor’s grief, when “what is taken away is greater than the sum of what was there”.