Read the final third of Kate Atkinson's highly impressive Life After Life today. So many vividly memorable scenes crammed into a single novel - I was suitably dazzled. Not sure I completely followed all the nuances and implications of the cunningly fractured narrative, but it didn't seem to matter somehow.
The Blitz sequences were powerful indeed, but I think it's the account of Ursula at the Berghof in close proximity to The Fuhrer, followed by the nightmare of Berlin in April 1945, that gives the book a gravitas that takes it beyond being a superior, thought-provoking entertainment and into territory that nudges suspiciously close to greatness.
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