
Delaney tells two coming-of-age stories: that of young Ben MacCarthy, and that of Ireland in the 1930s. The text interweaves the threads through a series of fascinating "digressions," as the narrator calls them.
There's so much to like about this book. But, I found myself holding back, disconnected from both the characters and the plot. I blame foreshadowing.
When done well, foreshadowing gives just enough of a taste of what's to come to pull the reader further into the story. Judging from other reviews, Delaney's style had this exact effect on many readers. But it seems I'm a strange bird. I won't read thrillers because of their deliberate disaster-just-around-the-corner.... wait for it! Wait for it! taunting. I would much rather traipse through the protagonist's world alongside him, and later be devastated by a betrayal, than to stay emotionally distant from certain characters or situations because I've been told it will all go wrong soon. Kind of like the author inserting his own little spoilers right into the text.
I did appreciate many things about the book though: Ben's storyteller friend's periodic reinterpretations of the narrative to make it into the stuff of which legends are made; the colorful characters Ben meets on his quest through Ireland; the use of a ventriloquist's dummy as both a character and a political commentator; the narrator's self-deprecating sense of humor. It all adds up to an enjoyable tale with a bit of Irish history thrown in for good measure.
By Alison Jakel
This book was provided for review by TLC Book Tours. The opinions expressed in this post are solely my own and have not been approved or influenced by TLC book tours, the publisher, or the author.