The Booker Triumph Of Graham Swift's Moving,

You Have To Accept That Sometimes That's How Things Happen In This World. People's Opinions, Their Feelings, They Go One Way, Then The Other. It Just So Happens You Grew Up At A Certain Point In This Process.

As I Say, I Have Never In All These Years Thought Of The Matter In Quite This Way; But Then It Is Perhaps In The Nature Of Coming Away On A Trip Such As This That One Is Prompted Towards Such Surprising New Perspectives On Topics One Imagined One Had Long Ago Thought Throughly.

The Booker Triumph Of Graham Swift's Moving, Effortlessly Profound Last Orders Is A Vindication Of The Quiet, Much-misunderstood Path This Fine Writer Chose To Take After The Brilliance Of Waterland More Than Ten Years Ago.

When We Lost Something Precious, And We'd Looked And Looked And Still Couldn't Find It, Then We Didn't Have To Be Completely Heartbroken. We Still Had That Last Bit Of Comfort, Thinking One Day, When We Grow Up, And We Were Free To Travel Around The Counry, We Would Always Go And Find It In Norfolk...and That's Why Years And Years Later, That Day Tommy And I Found Another Copy Of That Lost Tape Of Mine In A Town On The Norfolk Coast, We Didn't Just Think It Pretty Funny; We Both Felt Deep Down Some Tug, Some Old Wish To Believe Again In Something That Was Once Close To Our Hearts.

After All, When We Were Children, When Things Went Wrong, There Wasn’t Much We Could Do To Help Put It Right. But Now We’re Adults, Now We Can. That’s The Thing, You See? Look At Us, Akira. After All This Time, We Can Finally Put Things Right. Remember, Old Chap, How We Used To Play Those Games? Over And Over? How We Used To Pretend We Were Detectives Searching For My Father? Now We’re Grown, We Can At Last Put Things Right.