Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Brighton Rock by Graham Greene

Can hardly believe I hadn't read this already.

An enjoyable book, it wanders along nicely, with lots of damnation and mortal sin, then, towards the end, begins to get a bit more hopeful and optimistic ... until the final line sends the temperature plummeting and the bleakness returns.

"She walked rapidly in the thin June sunlight towards the worst horror of all."

Echoes of Conrad's Heart of Darkness. Brilliant final line.

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