Wednesday, 5 August 2015

The virtuous sharpened pencils by Ian McEwan

Often when she was unhappy, she wondered what it was she would most like to be doing. In this instance, she knew immediately. She saw herself on the London-bound platform of Oxford railway station, nine o'clock in the morning, violin case in her hand, a sheaf of music and a bundle of sharpened pencils in the old canvas school satchel on her shoulder, heading towards a rehearsal with the quartet, towards an encounter with beauty and difficulty, with problems that could actually be resolved by friends working together. Whereas here, with Edward, there was no resolution she could imagine.

Ian McEwan, On Chesil Beach, 2007.

Watch Ian McEwan talk about the novella on YouTube.

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