Terry Donnelly does a very good job with the performance of a difficult novel. I liked her voice, but could not really enjoy it because of the writing. I hope to be able to find Terry Donnelly doing other narrations that will do her performance skills justice.
Unfortunately, I cannot recommend the book itself for reading or listening because of the story.
Beautiful language, less than compelling story. I didn't feel engaged or care about the characters. Author is an exceedingly skilled writer, but I left this feeling less than satisfied.
This is tediously written and the narrator is depressed and depressing. It seems to touch on all the stereotypes of the Irish: alcoholism, dysfunctional families, abuse. More than half way into it, I just couldn't take the narrative any more or the constant switching from present to past and the it-might-have-happened-this-way approach. Ugh!
Not only is the story negative and depressing, but every sentence is itself negative and depressing. I can't figure out how this book won the Booker Prize. It is no Coetzee, that's for sure.
This might be one of those great dark, Irish books if you are reading it, but listening to this book is torture. These are the most boring people on earth. I gave up after the first third and came to the web site for another book. The narrator should just divorce her husband and move on -- maybe get a job and a life. Initially I wanted to know what happened to Liam as a child, but then I just wanted it to end.
This book had nothng to it. You waited and waited for something to happen and nothing ever did. there is too much fowl language and it degrades the book even more. It seemed that the author had too much time on her hands.
I'm not sure why but ultimately, I think I was not convinced of the authenticity of the main character, Veronica. Do people really think like that? Has Enright really captured the careering collapse of the mind of the grieving woman? Essentially, this is a "blame-the-past" story. The suicide of Veronica's brother goes back two generations to the household of her grandmother and trauma of the family. The whole dysfunction of a family (3 children, 12 grandchildren, and a few of the next generation mentioned along the way as well). All of this is narrated through the flawed and unreliable mind of Veronica, who goes into depression and starts to invent possible explanations, some of which may be true, but she doesn't know. The book takes a hopeful turn near the end and really it gets more interesting as it goes, but even at the end I found the character of Veronica problematic and unconvincing.