It was the smallness, the pettiness, of Julian Barnes's narrator in The Sense of an Ending that got to me. It's not that I was recognising myself, exactly, but the itching awareness of aspects of the self cried out for scratching.
Tony Webster can fairly be described as an everyman figure because we are all small in some ways; awfully, possibly most ways. Just hope it's not all ways.
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