The plotting is deliberately sporadic. By stretching them further than usual, Barnes draws attention to the liberties which “realist” fiction can take with time. After Adrian’s suicide, Tony tells the rest of his dull life story in a couple of pages:"By now I’d left home, and started work as a trainee in arts administration. Then I met Margaret; we married, and three years later Susie was born. We bought a small house . . . . My traineeship turned into a long career. Life went by."
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