Personally, I'd find myself another blurb writer. As coolly intelligent and entertaining as anything Barnes has written before, Cross Channel deserves better. Despite an emotionally buttoned-up prose style that's the quintessence of quivering English irony, Barnes has always had a fruitful working relationship with the French. Much of his first novel, Metroland, is set in Paris during the student protests of 1968, while his third, Flaubert's Parrot, daringly (when you consider what it might do to his British sales) focuses upon the life of the man who wrote Madame Bovary.
France has an affinity for Barnes, too. He is the first British writer to win the esteemed Prix Medicis and Prix Femina, and is also a Chevalier de l'Ordre des Arts et des Lettres, a grand fromage in the Gallic literary world. The point is, though, you don't need to be a committed Francophile to enjoy this book. Whether in the story of a cricketing general held hostage by Napoleon, or a dying avant-garde English composer, Barnes's France is a "version of pastoral", a distorting mirror that reflects the strengths and limitations of British character and culture. Lay aside your preconceptions, and vive l'entente cordiale.
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