Jul 13, 12
Read in April, 2012
The NY Times review was laudatory for this debut novel praising it for its originality and beauty of language. After reading it, I could not agree more. Kevin Barry belongs in a top row of authors who use the language as if it were an instrument. The shimmering prose dances across the page in rhythmic pirouettes brightening everything it touches. Imagine Mad Max with its strange characters and unique dress in a futuristic time in a ravaged, deranged city in Ireland.
I've often thought of people living in times before movies or tv and with only the printed word to shape their visions. We have lost a good deal of that in the last century and perhaps we have lost a good portion of that magical voice that the truly gifted writer brings to the table. While the landscape and characters would be sensational on the screen, unfortunately what would be missing would be the lyrical and poetic lilt of the language present throughout the novel. It is beautifully imagined and brilliantly drawn in every description. Remember Yeats? Read Kevin Barry