Staring at the Sun

by Julian Barnes and jukian barnes

Book Overview

Jean Serjeant, the heroine of Julian Barnes's wonderfully provocative novel, seems ordinary, but has an extraordinary disdain for wisdom. And as Barnes--author of The Porcupine and Talking It Over--follows her from her childhood in the 1920s to her flight into the sun in the year 2021, he confronts readers with the fruits of her relentless curiosity: pilgrimages to China and the Grand Canyon; a catalog of 1940s sexual euphemisms; and a glimpse of...

• Format: Hardcover
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0394558219
• ISBN13: 9780394558219
• Release Date: March 1987
• Publisher: Alfred A. Knopf
• Length: 197 Pages
• Weight: 0.95 lbs.

Customer Reviews

DEJA VU

Whether it is actually possible for the pilot of a plane changing altitude rapidly during the dawn to see the sun rise twice I don't actually know, although it sounds very unlikely to me. However that is the theme with which this story starts and ends. The start and end are very neatly tied together, and so indeed are all the various strands of the plot. Clever and deft workmanship of this kind is what I have learned to expect by now after experiencing five novels by Julian Barnes, and it is the sort of thing that leaves me unable to make up my mind whether I like his work or not. After at least the last two novels I vowed to myself that I would never read another page by him because he is such a clever-clogs, and good heavens does he know it. For all that, whenever my eye lights on something bearing his name I keep picking it up, because he is just so exceptionally talented. He is talented as a writer, as a novelist and as an essayist. You will find coherent and convincing portraiture in this book, hung around the 100-year life of Jean, but really no less persuasive in the depiction of Leslie, Gregory, Michael, Tommy Prosser, Rachel and even Olive. That would form a good basis for any novel, but until near the end of the book I kept wondering whether the plot-line was really a device to string together a series of essays by the ultra-intellectual Mr Barnes. The lengthy sequence on what it must be like to die in an airliner crash is a rather blatant intrusion on the general narrative, but being the craftsman he is Barnes can get away with even this as being related in a tenuous way to the overall theme. The reason why he can do that is that he keeps it skilfully vague and uncertain what the overall theme actually is. Is it the life of Jean, or is it the philosophical ponderings on the nature of God and the afterlife with which the book concludes? You tell me and I'll tell you - I don't really know which it is meant to be, and I don't think I'm meant to know. The book was published in 1986, I see, and the predictions for 21st-century computing have not really worked out as Barnes seems to have expected, but I find no fault with him for that. Indeed it could still turn out Barnes's way, I suppose. If I have a criticism at all of the numerous intellectual extravaganzas it would actually be that the interactions between Gregory and the computer regarding God, death and the rest of it run a distinct risk of being platitudinous. By what token we human beings presume to believe that if there is a Creator of the cosmos He shares human sensibilities I don't know, but I suggest a reading of Olaf Stapledon's `Star Maker' as a salutary mental corrective for Barnes or anyone else inclined to this outlook. However even if we focus on the strictly narrative thread it is excellent. Jean's story is clear, it is coherent and it is involving. If I had to defend the book against a charge of artificiality and over-ingenuity in the way the various sub-plots and s

Lovely

I read this book whilst living in Berlin shortlly after the wall went down. Perhaps this time period influenced my views of the book, however, I loved it. (I am actually looking for a British copy at the moment) being such a long time ago, I do not remember a lot of specifics regarding the story, just the effects which it had on me. I do however remember the wonderful imagery of the pilot flying into the sun. Being a World War II scholar perhaps also has a lot to do with my feelings for the book. If you like Julian Barnes as a writer, you will like this novel, but it is not Flaubert's Parrot. If this is what you are expecting, you may be disappointed.

Absolute Beauty

I could write a deeply analytical critique on the book, but frankly, I don't think it is necessary. Staring at the Sun speaks for itself. It is an essential book for the modern reader. Julian Barnes has the most profound and simply put insights on just about anything from the most abstruse to the most mundane of topics, especially in the most fundamental aspects of life: sex and death. Get it now!

Maybe There Is An Absolute

There are some questions that men and women have been asking since questions were formed and given their name. And for these questions there still are no answers, no proof that a person who has fears can rely on, can take absolute unconditional comfort in. For me this is what Mr. Julian Barnes was addressing in his book, "Staring Into The Sun", for you it may be different, but I believe you will share the enjoyment I had.This is the 9th book I have read by this Author. While I would not presume to claim I know what his message has been on the other 8 books, I do feel I had a better grasp with those I previously read than with this novel. All of the writer's work leaves plenty of room to drill down and experience his books as a reader. This time he was not just exercising his talents creating either a uniquely interpretive work, or a wholly original one, rather he was addressing what is common to us all.Jean Sarjeant is described on the jacket as, "having an extraordinary disdain for wisdom". Another character in the book describes her as abysmally stupid. This book tracks her life for a century, and she is many things, however not those descriptions I have just mentioned. Jean is extremely inquisitive; she also is unconventional to the point that some may find her a bit eccentric. In the course of the book she has a son that shares all of her disinterest in what normal society defines as normal.The issues at hand and the answers to the questions they have generated for millennia having nothing to do with conventional wisdom, nor do they shed their answers when confronted by a high I.Q. or the most technologically advanced man-made machine. This is not so much a story about answers, but of differentiating between knowledge and understanding, and acceptance or the rejection of an idea due to lack of definitive information.The Absolute Truth, which takes the form of T.A.T. in the book, is embraced by many and rejected by Jean. In the latter parts of the book, radical changes have taken place in society's views of death, but death itself never has changed nor does it here. Jean pursues those big unknowns that everyone struggles with at one point or another in her own manner, while her son pursues the quest he is on through technology.I found it interesting that I finished this novel just as we embark on the year 2001, a date that has been anticipated for so long due to Arthur C. Clarke and his Space Odyssey. We have not reached the levels of technology that he envisioned, and I believe the same may be said for our own development as well. Mr. Clarke delved into the most fundamental of issues, and Mr. Barnes takes his turn here. This time the story stretches to 2021, the issue is what more have we learned if we have learned anything at all.The book is striking, and the special sunrises and a sunset are very dramatic. The questions may be old, and they may also never be answered. However as long as the topic is dealt with using the talent of Mr. Barnes

A "living" book for life..

What is real? Is reality a notion that can be conceived by thinking? Or is it a judgment that is formed in mind, and is enhanced, intensified by five senses? How can one talk about a basic definition of reality? Is it likely to think that there may be multiple perceptions of reality, each of them dissimilar and variable? Can a language, which is defined by specific rules and relations, express this multiplicity which is devoid of any boundary or limitation? Well, the answer has always been a big YES with Barnes. Through an "ordinary" miracle or an unfinished, "half" chapter of a "world history" comes out the maze of inter-connectedness, the zenith of imagination, maybe sometimes as far-fetched as a "Swedish God who destroyed himself at the beginning of time", or minks which are "excessively tenacious of life", but always true to heart, deeply moving. His way of constructing the storyline is nothing short of perfect. He brings the life-long path of Jean along with dreams, hopes and oceans, "dustbin" husbands, quiet sons, and, well, some lesbian spice. He does not, however, answer the question of life (his super computer does not either). But as in Prosser's recollections, he gives you the "gradual invasion of contentment, then of joy" through his words. Barnes creates his own kaleidoscope. Nothing more. We only look into it, through its mirrors and colourful glass. What we see is ever-changing patterns, combinations of words, feelings and worlds of unmatched beauty. Through every new reading, the words unfold. They unveil new realities, new meanings, they ring new bells. They produce a prism of life which you can "stare at the sun" through it. And what you see is imaginary facts or true illusions. Are they real? Who knows.. But we all know that, as Fuentes says, Barnes stares not only at the sun but at the reader's intelligence..