

Some of the language rubbed me the wrong way but overall there was something about this book.
Some of the language rubbed me the wrong way but overall there was something about this book.
3⭐️ An autobio, this presents a balance between life and death. The title caught my interest, and I selected this for my bookclub. As usual, I wouldn‘t know about this author if not for NYRB Classics collection. This publisher really pushes me to explore more ✌🏻
I should have liked this because it was compared to Cormac McCarthy. Tom Rourke is nothing like Billy Parham or John Cole. It doesn't have that lovely poetic description of the wilderness, the earnest respect for animals, the yearning for the girls they love.
The book is described as being funny. Where?
It may have been the narrator. He sounded like a killer from a horror film, but I am just not in a hurry to get the print version to see.
https://youtu.be/ZakTsw5MTzM
Introduction
Mystery guest
The Pornographer by John McGahern
A welcome interruption
The Pornographer by John McGahern (continued)
Hope Never Knew Horizon by Douglas Bruton
I was fascinated by the blurb and I've really got absorbed in reading it.
Great second person plural narrator which made it feel as though the whole town were observing.
I loved how the seasons turn and the years progressed yet everything pottered on.
I'll keep thinking about this one.
And hopefully he'll write more as this was a debut.
One way out of a miserable life of pain, debt, and loneliness is a fairy tale—barflies like to hear one, hunters want to write one, and Tom and Polly drive the plot of their own as the Bonnie and Clyde of 1890s Montana. To Tom and Polly, pursuing a life of escape, beyond the usual conventions and logic, is a noble no-brainer, given that all stories and all roads, even the ones by a beautiful coastline, must end.
If the author is Irish, chances are I will love the book. This is no exception. Everything feels so real, so slice of life. Sure it may be a story about some criminals kidnapping a young man and forcing another to allow them in his house, but the story is so well told.
I feel too much I think. I'm easily shamed; easily hurt. So I go nuclear quickly in confrontations. I do know better. I'm learning not to resist; to let it go. William Trevor is my soundtrack. He sees the things that move me. He sounds like my own thoughts. Although his plots can be unnerving, his understanding of his characters is comforting. There won't be a happy ending, but there will be an ending. And I will understand.