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  • Published: 3 October 2016
  • ISBN: 9781784705916
  • Imprint: Vintage
  • Format: Paperback
  • Pages: 240
  • RRP: $32.99

Metroland




A stunning special edition of Julian Barnes’s first novel with a new introduction from the author and eye-opening unseen archive material

A special edition of Julian Barnes’s first novel with an introduction from the author and previously unseen archive material.

Christopher and Toni found in each other the perfect companion for that universal adolescent pastime: smirking at the world as you find it. In between training as flaneurs and the grind of school, they cast a cynical eye over their various dislikes: parents with their lives of spotless emptiness, Third Division (North) football teams, God, commuters and girls, and the inhabitants of Metroland: the strip of suburban dormitory Christopher calls home.

Longing for real life to begin, Christopher makes for Paris in time for les événements of 1968, only to miss it all in a haze of sex, French theatre and first love. And before long he finds himself drawn inevitably back to Metroland and the very life he was trying to escape...

This special edition contains unseen archive material including letters from early fans such as Philip Larkin and Dodie Smith, contemporary reviews, a deleted scene from the original manuscript as well as an introduction from the author.

  • Published: 3 October 2016
  • ISBN: 9781784705916
  • Imprint: Vintage
  • Format: Paperback
  • Pages: 240
  • RRP: $32.99

About the author

Julian Barnes

Julian Barnes is the author of thirteen novels, including The Sense of an Ending, which won the 2011 Man Booker Prize for Fiction, and Sunday Times bestsellers The Noise of Time and The Only Story. He has also written three books of short stories, four collections of essays and three books of non-fiction, including the Sunday Times number one bestseller Levels of Life and The Man in the Red Coat, which was shortlisted for the 2019 Duff Cooper Prize. In 2017 he was awarded the Légion d'honneur.

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Praise for Metroland

A dazzling entertainer

New Yorker

One of the best accounts of clever English schoolboyhood I've read

Times Educational Supplement

Consummately elegant

Sunday Times

If all works of fiction were as thoughtful, as subtle, as well constructed, and as funny as Metroland there would be no more talk of the death of the novel

New Statesman

I was captivated from the first page. I cannot remember when I enjoyed a first novel more

Nina Bawden, Daily Telegraph

One would have to look very hard to find a wryer, more lovingly detailed account of intellectual and sexual innocence abroad

Jay Parini, New York Times

Flighty, playful… Barnes succeeds in vividly recreating teenage precociousness, particularly what it feels like to be a young male encountering love and sex

Los Angeles Times

A rare and unusual first novel

William Boyd, London Magazine

A very funny, touching first novel. It has a hard comic edge to it that is logical and at the same time extremely diverting

Spectator

An alert, witty, unpredictable novel which brings a sharp fresh eye to bear on English character and English compromises

Observer

Metroland is a delicious book, sharp and witty and observant

The Listener

He writes perceptively about the shift from self-absorbed teenager to adult.

The Times

If all works of fiction were as thoughtful, as subtle, as well constructed and as funny as Metroland there would be no more talk of the death of the novel

New Statesman

It's one of the best accounts of clever English schoolboyhood I've read

Times Educational Supplement

Irony and imagery are deployed with a finesse even Flaubert wouldn't wince at...consummately elegant

Sunday Times

A dazzling entertainer

New Yorker

One of the best accounts of clever English schoolboyhood I've read

Times Literary Supplement

Consummately elegant

Sunday Times

If all works of fiction were as thoughtful, as subtle, as well constructed, and as funny as Metroland there would be no more talk of the death of the novel

New Statesman