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  <title><![CDATA[Nothing to Be Frightened Of]]></title>
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  <default-description>&lt;p&gt;Two years after the best-selling &lt;i&gt;Arthur &amp; George,&lt;/i&gt; Julian Barnes gives us a memoir on mortality that touches on faith and science and family as well as a rich array of exemplary figures who over the centuries have confronted the same questions he now poses about the most basic fact of life: its inevitable extinction.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If the fear of death is &#8220;the most rational thing in the world,&#8221; how does one contend with it? An atheist at twenty, an agnostic at sixty, Barnes looks into the various arguments for and against and &lt;i&gt;with&lt;/i&gt; God, and at the bloodline whose archivist, following his parents&#8217; death, he has become&#8212;another realm of mystery, wherein a drawer of mementos and his own memories (not to mention those of his philosopher brother) often fail to connect. There are other ancestors, too: the writers&#8212;&#8220;most of them dead, and quite a few of them French&#8221;&#8212;who are his daily companions, supplemented by composers and theologians and scientists whose similar explorations are woven into this account with an exhilarating breadth of intellect and felicity of spirit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Deadly serious, masterfully playful, and surprisingly hilarious, &lt;i&gt;Nothing to Be Frightened Of&lt;/i&gt; is a riveting display of how this supremely gifted writer goes about his business and a highly personal tour of the human condition and what might follow the final diagnosis.&lt;/p&gt;</default-description>
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    <body><![CDATA[mr. barnes,<br/><br/>i almost like your book. almost. it's a fun synthesis of all the thoughts you (and many of us) have had regarding death. and there are great historical and personal anecdotes. and tons of interesting hypothetical situations and philosophical either/ors... but i object to your ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/32263050">more...</a>]]></body>
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  <read_at>Sat Jan 24 00:00:00 -0800 2009</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[<strong> MASSIVE FURBALL ALERT!!!! </strong><br/><br/>In this massive eructation of self-indulgent, rambling, repetitive prose, Julian Barnes contemplates his mortality. At considerable, punishing, length. Where does it get him? To paraphrase another writer: And the end of all his exploring is to arrive where he b...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/43787981">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[I haven't read any of Mr. Barnes's fiction, but this work of prose (an &quot;elegant memoir&quot;) has been a joy to read. Barnes muses on death by integrating ideas of mortality, memory, family history, questions about religion and the after-life, literature and philosophy (mostly French philosophe...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/34838848">more...</a>]]></body>
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  <read_at>Tue Oct 21 00:00:00 -0700 2008</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[Does arriving at “a certain age” predispose one to thoughts of dying?  Is it because I have retired that I think about death every day?  I doubt it, since I have thought about it every day for as long as I can remember, for decades.  Does having been a physician keep the idea of death in my mind...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/34613596">more...</a>]]></body>
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  <read_at>Fri Sep 19 00:00:00 -0700 2008</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[Another gem from Julian Barnes, perhaps best characterized as a memoir in essay form. <br/><br/>By which I mean, it doesn't have a narrative arc or set out to take us through Barnes' life or any particular chronological section of it. In fact, it leaves lots out--his marriage and his professional ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/31257365">more...</a>]]></body>
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  <read_at>Sat Oct 25 00:00:00 -0700 2008</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[I was drawn to this book because of Barnes' writing and because of the topic.  And if it sounds odd to say one enjoyed a book about the fear of death/complete-annihilation, so be it.  Barnes is entertaining, erudite, and even chuckle-out funny in this book.  He also writes of memories of his childho...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/35434865">more...</a>]]></body>
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  <read_at>Wed Feb 04 00:00:00 -0800 2009</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[It takes 185 pages (in my edition) but Julian Barnes finally manages to define what “life” means to him: “a span of consciousness during which certain things happen, some predictable, others not; where certain patterns repeat themselves, where the operations of chance and what we may as well c...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/39754494">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[So ends the reading year of the &quot;friend&quot; named &quot;Steve.&quot; If the last day of the year fell as it should on the winter solstice, that darkest of all days, then this would be a fitting end:  Julian Barnes humorous, learned, and poignant meditation on death.  Despite the title, Julian...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/41452280">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[Having recently taught an undergraduate seminar on atheism, I looked forward to reading this highly acclaimed meditation on death written by a self-proclaimed agnostic. Barnes is an intelligent and capable author, but his relentless references to other writers and artists is incredibly annoying. Eve...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/41403984">more...</a>]]></body>
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  <read_at>Fri Nov 28 00:00:00 -0800 2008</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[Barnes's subject is death (&quot;mortality often gatecrashes my consciousness&quot;) and his goal is to carry himself (and his readers) to a point whereby the thought of one's last end is ... well, nothing to be frightened of. Half memoir and half meandering treatise, this book by one of contemporar...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/39065111">more...</a>]]></body>
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  <read_at>Thu Mar 26 00:00:00 -0700 2009</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[I couldn’t put this memoir down. I didn’t mean to read it all but I couldn’t help it. I could discern no structure at all, but just followed Barnes for two hundred pages of reflections on death and God through the lens of his family. The whole memoir has the sort of wistfulness of the opening ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/59240801">more...</a>]]></body>
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  <read_at>Sat Apr 11 00:00:00 -0700 2009</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[There is one thing in life that we can be certain of - we are all going to die, sooner or later, and there is nothing that we can do about it.<br/><br/>In this book the author Julian Barnes muses on his own mortality, his fears about death and the process of dying, the unreliability of memory and th...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/52273993">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[Julian is a worrier. He can't stop obsessing about death. Those of us who obsess about other equally uncontrollable things have a hard time enitrely sympathizing with his eschatological fetish, but see plenty of parallels in his ruminations on memory and aging. His wry observations and overall erudi...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/61923296">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[I've not ever read a book like this. <br/><br/>About 50 pages in I started wondering when chapter 1 was going to end, come to find out that it wasn't. I hadn't realized how habitually I read books chapter by chapter until there were no chapters by which to bide my time. Metaphor much? This is me i...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/74493045">more...</a>]]></body>
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  <read_at>Thu Jan 01 00:00:00 -0800 2009</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[Given that I regularly ponder death myself, I picked up this book.  It's both insightful and humorous at times.  I will admit I had some difficulty getting through, however.  Most points of reference were to historical European figures, something I'm just not knowledgeable enough about.  The languag...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/43123271">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[This is an intense examination of Barnes' belief system, or, more accurately, his lack of such, as he ponders death, the grim reaper, the long goodbye, the big dirt nap. I'm halfway into it and taking it slowly because he has so much to say and cites so many French philosophers and writers along the...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/44415987">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[Barnes begins his book: &quot;I don't believe in God, but I miss Him.&quot;  This is an apt description of a cross-genre work that includes but is not limited to: memoir, essays about mortality and memory, philosophy, conversations with his brother (who is a philosopher), essays about death, persona...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/44210933">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[Most critics strongly recommended Julian Barness reflections on mortality. However, perhaps reluctant to embrace his disbelief, they seemed more impressed by his descriptive skill in depicting his familyin particular, his emotionally remote brothereven though a few critics cited the author himsel...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/42334336">more...</a>]]></body>
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