Finished Ian McEwan's Atonement last night. In some ways it felt Proustian because such a long time was spent describing the incidents of one day. In other ways it reminded me of Waugh's Brideshead Revisited in terms of coming of age, family saga and sensuous detail. The characters are so human, and thus prone to making mistakes, that the pain of those mistakes was somehow more bearable because I was able to recognize myself in some of the characters.
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