The New Yorker Reader: “The Limner,” by Julian Barnes

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01/06/2009 10:00 AM |

Last week’s story because I wasn’t here last week, here.

So there’s play throughout, here, on perception and omniscience and morality, on seeing and judging and the usual Christian implications — but, intriguingly, in the deaf artist’s communion with children and animals (particularly his male), he’s perhaps something more mystical, faunlike, maybe even a pagan forest spirit, given the last lines of the story.

Given the social reformations that are going on during the time of the story — “masters and servants had become citizens and hired help once the juster republic had declared itself” — it’s perhaps appropriate that the story introduces another sort of dissonance into formal English society.

One Comment

  • This is a creative writing 101 exercise, right? Pick a painting and write a story. I think there should be a collection of stories like this. I want to do Jackson Pollack- “Fucking hell, love those drips, where’s my drink godddammit!” he said…” On a day off last week Salman Rushdie was on NPR and he said half the stories or something he knows after few sentences if they like it or not. “Met his Maker”? who the hell is that, stopped reading right there. This is the type of snarky commentary that is ruining literature!