Books about place, magic, Faeries, Ireland, sex, God, and love
David Sedaris is pitching this disturbing novel on his book tour and reports he was tipped to it by John Waters, so I absolutely had to check it out, particularly after Sedaris read a particularly distressing account of a lengthy and troubling bowel movement punctuated with the line: "This was the best of times."
And the recommendations from these two twisted masterminds Sedaris and Waters makes perfect sense. This is a colossally honest, brutal, slightly kinky book narrated by a woman growing up somewhere smalltown and distant and perhaps 1960s vintage who has a massive but inexperienced erotic imagination. Most of the time, she is relating the particulars of her narrow experience spent between a home life with an almost comically alcoholic father and her day job at a prison for boys. But there is a point in this novel where a mere two sentences change this novel from a commentary of smalltown manners to something real and explosive that takes the breath away.
The weakness of the book is that it is narrated from a perspective fifty years hence, and the distance is a bit chilling and leaves a large unsatisfying void (which, perhaps, the author will fill with a sequel, since the narrator hints at continued crazy adventures in the years inbetween the events and the narration).