I mostly listen to books while exercising, which pretty much explains all of the action/thrillers on my list.
I like reading mystery novels set in different countries and different times so I thought this one would be fun. I was disappointed. The story is not very original, although some of the characters are. Don't know what more to say. I won't read more.
I greatly enjoyd the book and the myriad of characters. I bought it thinking it was a murder mystery but it ends up being more of a character development story with some elements of the mystery thrown in at the right time to keep you engaged. Quirke is an untypical hero and the narator does an excellent job of bringing over the characters. Looking forward to the follow up The Silver Swan.
I tried multiple times, but this book never caught me up into the story. Very slow. If there is a payoff at the end, I will never get it, because it is too painful to get to that point.
Dalton is an excellent reader who imbues this book with a texture of nuance, atmosphere and moral imperatives. Worth a thoughtful listener's time and involvement.
Sorry to see so many readers blame the narration for the tedium of listening to this book. To my mind it was the fault of the author. It's just so unrelentingly monotously wordy. "Atmosphere" etc. is fine, and an essential part of storytelling, but it's better ladled on with a spoon than dumped in by the bucketful.
This book has some interesting twists, but it does give you pause to think about what people did to others in the name of "what is best for them", not taking into consideration what the consequences might be for those they were "helping"
timothy dalton was a sensation as a brooding, handsome heathcliff when he was younger. now, his rich, richer, richest vocal tones serve up an intriguing mystery as tantalizingly as the creamy aroma of freshly brewed coffee with your favorite dessert liquor .....delicious combination.
I gave up on this book about 2 hours from the end. Like another reviewer here, I realized I just didn't care about any of the characters and I wasn't curious to see what happened to them.
While the writing style was acceptable and the reader did a good job with all the characters, the plot twisted and turned. This could be good, but these twists seemed to go on and on. I didn't even care to finish it to find out the resolution. Too bad, I really wanted to like it.
I always read something entirely frivolous at the end of quarter to unwind from several months of complex literature and pedantic professors. I listened to this on audio instead of reading. I almost never get fiction for audio books because I like to multi-task when I listen to audio books and find nonfiction much more suitable attention span wise for that task, but I found this on Audible.com and picked it mainly for the narrator, Timothy Dalton, who is in my opinion, the finest example of masculine energy on planet earth.
I knew it was a hard boiled noir kind of detective story, but oh. my. stars. I had no idea it would be so deliciously salacious. Combining the lascivious prose with Timothy Dalton's lubricious narration made for many awkward blushing moments while I was on the bus, at the laundromat, and grocery shopping with my headphones on.
I wasn't expecting a literary masterpiece, and it isn't one by any stretch of the imagination. The books is stuffed full of trite cliches, exhausted metaphors and genre archetypes. The book was kind of like the restaurant Olive Garden - a corporate franchise that looks the same in each city with the same menu and prefabricated meals. I mean that you know exactly what you're getting when you walk in. That's the strength and failing of genre novels. But for chrissakes, as much as we all love patronizing the new avant-garde bistro with locally grown sustainable organic fairy dust, sometimes you just wanna go to Olive Garden and have some corporate pasta.
I know a lot of reviewers want to imbue this with some kind of literary merit because Banville, the author behind the pen name, does write literary fiction. I don't know why everyone feels the need to puff up genre fiction and try and legitimize it. What's wrong with a book just being entertaining? I picked this up exactly because I didn't want to over-think and analyze something to death. It was a fun read from a highly competent writer who either enjoys the genre or is milking the old cash cow--neither of which detract from or add to the literary merit of the book. It isn't fine dining, but it was a good meal and Timothy Dalton's smutty narration has me queuing up the sequel.