Like so many of the best stories, a rags to riches story. Young Barry, dashing, handsome and Irish. He sets off innocent but launches himself into the world with a bravado that evokes the tales of mythical heroes, heroes who meet dragons and slay them. Barry after a series of adventures that are very illuminative of the times, the 1770's & thereafter, a fascinating period of manners of duels, of walks in tranquil gardens and men on the make seeking to meet rich heiressess and take their fortunes. Enter, Barry. He saw her wanted her and took her, and her wealth. He has it all it seems. And to cap it off a little boy who adores him and who he too adores. The Gods have watched the now noble Barry Lindon, he has been favoured, and as their whim dictates all that was so good is taken from him, his boy, his wofe, his title, and in the end he loses his leg in a duel, initiated by his brutalised step-son and left a broken, poor wretch, abandoned by all, with nothing left to him but a lonely death. Very well written, with a sense of pace and style, and humour, a kind of moral cautionary tale - new money, the pursuit of which destroyed Lindon, and life corrects, and Lindon had so much that was in need of correction.