![]() ![]() ![]() What’s striking about McEwan’s later work – I’m thinking particularly of The Innocent, Black Dogs and his new novel Enduring Love – is its intimacy with evasion and failure, combined with an alert intelligence about these things which itself looks like grounds for hope. But truths can often be measured by the urgency of our desire to avoid them, and sometimes only by that. Of course we may not like the thought, and many of us will prefer to see our detours as chosen directions, uncertainty as something to be shaken off rather than returned to. Uncertainty is a path, a destination, a need. The phrase is full of trouble, of precise and elusive implications. The walking holiday she and her husband have planned now seems, Ian McEwan says, ‘a pointless detour from her uncertainty’. A young woman is shaken in her understanding of who she is and what she wants. ![]()
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