This book is the single greatest source of
great North American Jewish anecdotes I’ve ever come across. While I liked Solomon Gursky Was Here better because
of its epic family history, Barney’s
Version is probably the better book.
Barney is, for want of a better word an
incredibly charming son of a bitch, like probably the same Richler was. Readers
(and women) are bound to love him and simultaneously wish they could head-butt
him, mostly because you can’t let someone like Miriam (in particular if you
picture her as Rosamund Pike, the best thing of the ok movie taken from the
book) walk away.
We’ve all wanted to kill our best friends at
some point in our lives (well, surely I have), but being accused of actually
having done so and having to write some unreliable memoirs in order to clean
one’s name is pretty heavy stuff...
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