I felt like I was engaged in a long, drawn-out battle of fisticuffs with this novel; with my opponent being an otherwise placid Englishman lecturing me properly on the sporting necessity of the Marquess of Queensberry rules as he jabbed me almost apologetically with knuckles pointed upward and ou...
I've read this book twice, 4 years apart - it's no less shocking on the second read. I find it very hard to review because, to me, it falls outside the usual expectations for "novel." Although a short book, it contains so much psychopathology that you are almost literally on the edge of your seat...
Not always reassuring. A month or so later it arrived, Connections. It wove a theme, I suppose: the power of poets, playwrights, literary polemicists in the creation of the concept of nationality. Not exactly bestseller material. There was an essay that quoted Pearse’s Christmas Day letter from S...