Poor old Mr Barnes

by Frankie MacMillan

THE LEMON TABLE, by Julian Barnes (Jonathan Cape,$54.95).

Julian Barnes's characters are a cultured lot. While having their hair cut, they reflect on the social history of the barber shop; they write plays, compose music, are well travelled (lapsing into foreign phrases at the drop of a hat), are epicures of fine food and can even tell you that the lowly lemon represents the Chinese symbol of death.

But old age is no respecter of class, and the many elderly characters in this collection all suffer in different ways:senile dementia, bitterness, the ravages of love.

Humour lightens the elegiac tone. “Vigilance” begins: “It all started when I poked the German.” This upbeat story is about the schemes of a gay concert-goer to put an end to audience noise – rustling, coughing, even groping. Flashes of affectionate humour are also present in “Knowing French”. Here, an elderly woman in an “old folkery” begins a lively correspondence with Barnes. We don’t have Barnes’s letters to her because she hid them in the fridge, and they were destroyed after her death.

Barnes’s wry observations and vivid prose also help counter the morbidity. In “The Fruit Cage”, the narrator remembering scenes from his childhood: “On Monday the house would throb to

our washing machine, which used to crab itself berserkly across the kitchen floor, howling and buckling, before sending, at deranged intervals, gallons of hot grey water along its fat beige tubes.”

His characters refuse to give up the passions of youth, but their desire often conflicts with a growing inability to pursue those passions. From the narrator in “The Fruit Cage”: “Why make the assumption the heart shuts down alongside the genitals?” Though we get the feeling that Barnes thinks this pursuit of love and sex by the elderly is often a foolish indulgence, the characters never fall into caricature. Rather, they embrace extremes of feeling, cruel and tender, coarse and civilised at the same time.

Stylistically, Barnes’s work has often been seen as either difficult or nonconformist. In his famous novel Flaubert’s Parrot, the writing blurred the boundaries between fiction, criticism and essay. In this collection, the stories are traditional in form – with occasional authorial intrusion. In “Petersburg”, a playwright remembers a fleeting moment of happiness while travelling on a train: “I kissed her hands, I kissed her feet.” And then Barnes leaps in with a modern commentary: “Hand-kissing! It’s perfectly obvious what you really wanted to kiss. So why not … hold your tongue in place and let the movement of the train do the work.”

The Lemon Table is occupied with fear of death, loss of love – and a decline in talent. So far, though, Barnes’s writing is as perceptive, witty and wise as ever.

 

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