That is why the past is such a retreat for me, I go there eagerly, rubbing my hands and shaking off the cold present and the colder future. And yet, what existence, really, does it have, the past? After all, it is only what the present was, once, the present that is gone, no more than that. And yet. I read this novel some time ago as part of my 2011 reading challenge about Booker Prize winners, but haven't had time to write anything about it yet. Irish author John Banville's novel won the Booker in 2005 and I have to say that so far it is the Booker winner that has disappointed me the most (well, I haven't read that many of them yet...). And I can't believe that it was up against Kazuo Ishiguro's Never Let Me Go , and came out as the winner! The novel's main character is an ageing art historian, Max Morden, who returns to the seaside where he spent his holidays as a child. We gradually learn that he is trying to recover from the recent loss of his wife to...