About half way through on this. Its gripping but had to put it down for the Christmas otherwise I’d have cried my way through
Second that. Really enjoyed it
It’s extraordinary, I listened on Audible with a brilliant Glaswegian narrator, he did some job in fairness,
There’s a scene in a golf club with Agnes and Eugene that is one of the most poignant/gripping things I’ve ever read (or had read to me)
Hard to imagine a bleaker place than Glasgow in the 1980s
Limerick nowadays
Cork was quite bleak in the 80s, I’m not sure what it was like where you came from, you don’t notice when you’re in it, just get on with it.
Ah you do I’d say, the bright ones do anyway. Shuggie did without even realizing it
Will ya stop. Cork was the bleakest ever doncha know.
Here he is again, what a bizarre obsession
A strange thread for him to drop into. Wouldnt be the type for a book I’d say
And the wagons start to circle
He just seems to be a cunt anytime I hear from him including the Maron interview. He is probably so successful that he doesn’t care but that doesn’t make him any less cuntish.
Snow got very bleak in the second half pal. I probably should have seen that coming.
An enjoyable read all the same, it does get bleak alright
He set up a very good atmosphere of the time/place
Indeed. I’d imagine @Mac will love the depiction of Wexford prods.
Having said that, there were a couple of errors that grated. First the suggestion that Father Tom was a keen supporter of the Wexford junior hurling team. Wexford won the senior All Ireland in 1956. Why would anyone have been a keen supporter of the Wexford junior hurling team in 1957. Is anyone a keen supporter of their county’s junior hurling team.
Next one was James Lawless, a barrister, setting up Leinsters most profitable legal firm, J Lawless & Co. Barristers can’t set up legal firms. Solicitors can.
Finally Father Tom got a lecture about favourites from a Holy Ghost father. Three pages later it was from a Dominican. Though that might have been Freudian in the context of the story.
Finally, finally, I’ve never known of a Protestant called Dominic.
That junior hurling reference was bizarre alright.
Was that first book about the detective that Banville dropped the pseudonym. Would you be better to read them in order?
What book is this?
Snow by John Banville. It’s about a fictional Ivan Yates type family.