How do we see ourselves? And what narration of our life and action we believe? And how does it differ from how others perceived us?
This is basic idea behind the The Sense of an Ending, relatively short novel, that revisits the life Tony Webster. Now retired man in his sixties faces his past in moment when he is supposed to receive an unexpected inheritance - the diary of his schoolfriend who committed suicide decaded earlier.
It's novel how we edit ourselves. You can consider it on opposite spectrum to Disclaimer. But something did not "click" for me with this one. It's definitely well written, but Tony is such an unlikable character - to whom things simply happen. I think Barnes wants us to find Tony's self-deception unsettling, but I mostly found it tedious.
Because it's short - I might re-read it in better mental state. Maybe having to deal with self-deceptive people in real life makes me now less receptive to the fictional variety. There's only so much patience I have for someone who refuses to see what's obvious to everyone around them.