
Where most authors use flashbacks to bait readers into reading more, McEwan used it to make the story move forward. This is where you get to appreciate McEwan’s ingenious writing style. The story was quite muddy at the onset but one gains perspectives as Florence’s and Edward’s individual stories are told through seamless flashbacks. This book goes to show how much of a genius a writer Ian McEwan really is. However, if you opted to read on in spite of this apparent lack of direction, then you are in for a surprise. The first part dragged on with its lackluster story, filled with mediocrity that it is a challenge to continue on with the book. Even McEwan convincingly stirred the narrative to that direction. At the first couple of pages, one can easily dismiss the subject as something as minute or insignificant as sexual dysfunctionality. “All she had needed was the certainty of his love, and his reassurance that there was no hurry when a lifetime lay ahead of them.” ~ Ian McEwan, On Chesil BeachĪt first, it is quite difficult trying to understand the book. They are both virgins and, unfortunately, both were unable to communicate how exactly they felt on their first night. Alone in their hotel room, both Florence and Edward were helplessly awkward towards each other. In a little over two-hundred pages, it relates the first two ours of a newlyweds Florence and Edward’s honeymoon night. On Chesil Beach deals with a very sensitive, tricky and uncomfortable topic, one that even seasoned readers might find cringe-wrothy. Unfortunately, it took me over two years before I got to read On Chesil Beach. I liked what I am read about him and his works, hence my purchase of this work.


Unfortunately, I barely had any iota on he who is or what particular genre he writes about. My curiosity was piqued because I keep encountering his works in numerous must-read lists. Ian McEwan’s On Chesil Beach was his first work that I purchased through an online book seller. Edward, eager for rapture, frets over Florence’s response to his advances and nurses a private fear of failure, while Florence’s anxieties run deeper: she is overcome by sheer disgust at the idea of physical contact, but dreads disappointing her husband when they finally lie down together in the honeymoon suite. At dinner in their rooms they struggle to suppress their worries about the wedding night to come. Newly married that morning, both virgins, Edward and Florence arrive at a hotel on the Dorset coast. Florence is a talented musician who dreams of a career on the concert stage and of the perfect life she will create with Edward, an earnest young history student at University College of London, who unexpectedly wooed and won her heart.
