George’s memories of post-war abandon and surfside frolics are interspersed with the present, and “soft sad grey” skies provide the novel’s palette.
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Lucid and lightly elegant though the prose is, there is something of James Joyces’s Ulysses[…]it is in the feeling that the book conveys that a man can be quite insignificant to the world at large, and beset by all the sins and ills of humanity, yet still live an intensely acceptable life.
If A Single Man seems tired, it is also true in feeling. It is a sad book, with a biological melancholy running through it, a sense of relentless reduction, daily diminishment.
With greater confidence and polish than his earlier novels, Isherwood presents a moving portrayal of personal grief.— Lily Power