Conclusions

Finished Julian Barnes's Arthur & George the other day and wished I hadn't, it was so good. A sweet, autumnal ending, with George attending a sort of mega-séance for Arthur, at the Albert Hall. I thought we'd get something about those obviously faked fairy photographs that Conan Doyle got himself mixed up with but Barnes didn't bother with this embarrassment in his novel at all. I suppose the whole spiritualist movement thing was bad enough as it was.

So finally it was a novel about what we think we know and how we think we know it - good for TOK, but a touch too indirect to be all that useful.