Irene's father, a "genius" in his early career as a biologist, is now middle aged and lost. Through her memories, her dreams and her visits to him now she is grown, Irene pieces together an image of her father and remembers their lives together in Germany, Italy and America.
A very intense, personal description of a woman's relationship with her father. He is never really described from any one else's perspective, so I feel at times it was unrelenting. He was not a likeable man and his drinking severly impacted on all who dealt with him.It was a raw,sad experience, beautifully written.
In prose that rings as clear and true as the bell of the book's title, Megan Weiler envelops the reader in the world of Irene, a young woman of piercing insight and intensity. Irene is struggling to come to terms with her father, a biologist whose narcissism and alcohol addiction undermined what was expected to be a brilliant career while leaving him with a capacity for cruelty consistent with his failed genius.
In our current world of throwaway words, reading The Night Bell is a call to arms: What we write and say matters. Words carry weight. Those in this compelling novel are proof of that, and Megan Weiler is to be thanked for sharing them with such conscience and care.