Completely relatable, Utterly outrageous and absolutely hilarious!
I read Emma Murray’s debut novel, Time Out, in sixteen hours (and that counts seven hours of sleep when I had to tear myself away). While I was awake, I simply could not put it down. My children were largely left to their own devices, the bath water went cold last night, and I stayed in bed with a cup of tea to finish it this morning. Simply, it is unputdownable.
Funny, outrageous and supremely well written, Time Out is the story of Saoirse (pronounced Seersha not Searcy), who is asked to pitch a book on the real truth of motherhood. As a working from home mother of one, Saoirse is looking for the project that she can put her real name to, having been a ghostwriter for a number of years. The trouble is, she’s concerned that her own experiences of motherhood, which include running the gauntlet of the ‘Organics’, a posse of local mums on a social media group, keeping her four year old Anna sweet with a combination of sugar and iPad use and bonding with the equally sweary but loveable Bea over their respective parenting disasters, might be a little too ‘real’. Throw in a husband she adores but also wants to murder for his neat-freak tendencies, and Saoirse isn’t sure at all that she’s the right fit for this project.
We travel through Saoirse’s life as she tries to find a way to write the pitch for the book she’s not even sure she wants to write, and we’re literally up close and personal during her triumphs and disasters, told brilliantly in Emma Murray’s hilarious and confiding style. From London’s Wood Vale to County Wexford, we are encouraged to laugh, grimace and punch the air alongside her. Saoirse is irrepressible, honest, and very, very sweary, and she’s exactly who I needed to spend time with after ten weeks in lockdown with my own little ‘angels’. I started to laugh at the mention of ‘guilty pleasures’ and continued throughout this novel, which is interspersed with brutal, comical honesty and heart wrenching pathos. Fabulously Irish, brilliantly funny and completely addictive, this is a book that will lift you out of the doldrums, make you realise that even the most seemingly capable parents have their off days, and fill you with hope that it will all be OK in the end (Ryan Gosling lookalikes and Cheerios notwithstanding). Treat yourself, and pick up this book – you’ll have a ball. I can’t wait for the next one!