“Spanning 30 years and three continents; . . . the fragility of love and order. . . . When Christmas Day reunites the children under one roof, each confronts the terrible weight of family ties.” Oh God, I thought, not another family saga that ends with a bad Christmas! Chip on my shoulder, I began reading. “Plodding realism” I wrote in the margin of Page 10 — but kept going. And then, on Page 12, something unexpected happened. The novel started to bounce me.
About Me
- The Nag
- Niagara on the Lake, Ontario, Canada
- My virtue is that I say what I think, my vice that what I think doesn't amount to much.
Monday, May 18, 2015
‘The Green Road,’ by Anne Enright
‘David Leavitt's review of 'The Green Road,’ by Anne Enright
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