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A review by tormentademar
England, England by Julian Barnes
3.0
“Memories of childhood were the dreams that stayed with you after you woke. You dreamed all night, or for long, serious sections of the night, yet when you woke all you had was a memory of having been abandoned, or betrayed, caught in a trap, left on frozen plain; and sometimes not even that, but a fading after-image of the emotion stirred by such events.”