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    <![CDATA[Before She Met Me]]>
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    <![CDATA[Graham was an historian: he was meant to be an expert on the past. But there were aspects of it, he discovered, that couldn't be subdued, that simply carried on, lively and painful, as if they were the present. He began to mind. He minded very much indeed. While those around him look on, Grahams meticulous passion gradually begins to run out of control. Julian Barnes presents an unnerving version of sexual jealousy and shows it to be not just living, but reasonable, ordinary, funny, dangerous and consuming.Picador reissues Julian Barnes with, for the first time, a striking, integrated cover design across the whole backlist.]]>
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  <read_at>Thu Jul 30 00:00:00 -0700 2009</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[A strange tale about a man's obsession on his wife's past.  It's interesting at times (the part where he left his wife to be with his mistress was particularly emotional in its coldness) but I can't really get the obsession.  I finished reading it only because it's from Barnes.  ]]></body>
    
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