[Cedric Chivers Ltd] (1969). HB/DJ. 286 Pages. Ex London Borough of Lewisham Library Service. Purchased from WeBuyBooks.
I’m rather attracted to the Portway imprint. Titles are quite hard to locate in Good+ Condition, though, given their typical destiny. The catalogue includes some great works. This isn’t one of them.
Clipped, spare prose - evident in narration and multi-character dialogue, hence inept.
In itself, the writing’s also poorly executed at times. An example of jarring repetition:
“…a gate in the centre of the curve. The gate led to the distant yellowish house. The railing of the gate was golden and black. It glittered in the sunlight. The gate was closed.”
O’Flaherty (1896-1984) was no Georges Simenon (1903-1989).
There are some bright elements in this novel, but it’s overlong - I’d say 200%+ so - and generally unimpressive. The characters and environments depicted are mostly grimy and grim.
Dostoevsky in Dublin. An expressionist nightmare, frantic, hallucinating, maddening. A political assassination which stems from the dark depths of troubled minds. Gripping - if you are interested in what happens in the minds of characters, how the act is conceived, what are the consequences. Written by one who had fought in the Irish civil war, and knew what it was like first hand. A great, underrated, half-forgotten Irish writer. Really impressive.