mary worrall

Grim, bleak and overtly meandering. Barry uses too many tricks with the narration for a enjoyable read. You are endlessly asking yourself what is actually going on.. Far too much so, furthermore the 'Irishness' eventuly becomes an almost Pythonesque parody of itself. . Indulgent writing and the 66 year old narrator is unbelievable in his confusion - surely more the state of someone much much older... Cold cup of sick anyone?