“The Lemon Table” stories are about growing old. Being old. Looking back, and finding that you still look forward. Coming to terms with what’s just on the horizon, or with the mistakes one has or hasn’t made.
Each story is a little odd, difficult to swallow at first. Like all Barnes books. But each story makes sense unto itself, and once the reader figures out that sense the story becomes something beautiful.
But they’re all old, and I am young. Am I deluding myself, thinking I can understand these tales? Am I just being silly? Lying? Or, just maybe, has Barnes managed to do something truly astonishing, and render into words an experience that can truly connect with anyone?