I try very hard when writing reviews to avoid clichés and superlatives, like, say, "achingly beautiful" or "masterful". But I think I'm going to use one for Eimear McBride's multi-award-winning debut novel A girl is a half-formed thing when I describe it as "searing". I can't think of a more apposite word. Yet I fear it too … Continue reading Eimear McBride, A girl is a half-formed thing (Review)
Irish writers
John Banville, The infinities
This is what Benny loves, what all the gods love, to eavesdrop on the secret lives of others. Hmm ... this is also, I think, what readers love! Readers after all are, surely, the ultimate voyeurs. And yet the god Hermes, who narrates John Banville's The infinities, also admits to the gods interfering in people's lives, which is, in … Continue reading John Banville, The infinities
Kevin Barry, Fjord of Killary
I hadn't heard of Kevin Barry when his short story published in The New Yorker this month, "Fjord of Killary", was brought to my attention. Kevin Barry is an Irish writer, born in Limerick in 1969, and this makes him 40 (or 41 this year). The first person narrator of the story is the same … Continue reading Kevin Barry, Fjord of Killary
William Trevor, The woman of the house
[WARNING: SPOILERS, if you think it matters] According to Wikipedia,William Trevor's characters "are usually marginalised members of society: children, old people, single middle-aged men and women, or the unhappily married." This is certainly the case with Trevor's short story, The woman of the house, which was published last year in The New Yorker. All four … Continue reading William Trevor, The woman of the house
Vale Frank McCourt
I've only read one of Frank McCourt's books, his Pulitzer Prize winning memoir, Angela’s ashes. I loved it, but for some reason didn't really feel the need to read more, though I'm sure I would have enjoyed them if I had! Angela's ashes was such a visceral read. I've never read quite such a vivid description … Continue reading Vale Frank McCourt
Whispering Gums 