I read Skippy Dies and appreciated it for Murray’s understanding of adolescence and particularly how it shows up at a private school, which is where I was teaching at the time. This one is engaging, but almost too ambitious. Is it about the crash in Ireland? Is it another apocalypse story? Is it a novel about coming to terms with one’s sexual identity? Is it a novel about the choices we do and don’t make? About parents and children? It’s certainly long enough to be about all of those things, but there were (literally) hundreds of pages at the beginning when it just seemed to be a family having to adjust to reduced economic circumstances because of the downturn in Ireland.
Then Murray hits the accelerator and the onion is peeled back. The story goes in a zillion directions and Murray, at times, can’t resist some of the excessive cleverness that seeped into Skippy Dies. The ending is well-orchestrated and, unlike in one particular character’s narrative, form does follow function here.
So a good book? Yes. Not an award-winner, in my view. And you can definitely wait for paperback.