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For Julian Barnes, the only story is a love story — and it’s inevitably sad

27 January 2018

9:00 AM

27 January 2018

9:00 AM

The story, as it emerges, feels both familiar and inevitable. A bored 19-year-old student, on his university holidays in mid-century Metroland, joins the local tennis club, where he dismisses all the girls his age as wholesome ‘Carolines’ but falls for Mrs Susan Macleod, a spirited, sarcastic woman in her forties.

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