A bleak, ominous, compelling portrait of the shadows of childhood grief and abuse, the guilt these engender, and ultimately the tragic trust of a child left with an abusive parent.
The tragedy of Brian and Julie losing their bright seven-year-old son to an accident sends both parents back to exaggerated, desperate versions of their childhood selves struggling with inflamed flaws and hopeless compensations for a lack of love. Julia flees to Brian's father in Ireland, an austere and wholly righteous abuser who has psychologically manipulated the entire family to believe him morally exempt, even to the point of rewriting his son Brian's memory of the death of his twin by the force of his will alone. Jeremiah is a compellingly dark character, charismatic, disdainful, and yet almost convincing in his superiority, even to the reader. Brain's flashbacks to his childhood are also heartbreaking, that impulse that only children have to destroy themselves and their belief in their own virtue in their desperation to vindicate their parents. The love and pity Brian felt for his sickly brother Noel was palpable and deeply identifiable. I found Brian a rich, sympathetic character both in his child-self and as a grieving adult. Julia at first seemed to embody the marital equivalent of Jeremiah, remote, contemptuous, fundamentally destructive and her complete self-absorption made her a fascinating parallel to the abusive father. A tense psychological read.
However, there were a few problems with the prose. O'Riordan is obviously a talented writer, but she should not feel the need to prove this with such fervour. There were several instances of outlandishly high vocabulary punctuating the otherwise identifiable inner monologues of the characters which really took me out of the story. I mean, would someone really think of a friend as an "interlocutor" whilst having a conversation? The metaphors also often tried too hard. Although I appreciate synesthesiac imagery in fantasy or psychedelic writing, it felt out of place in a psychological contemporary. I think the writing worked best when the images were less abstract, more grounded in real sensations and less, well, cognitive.
Although the plot was very engaging and natural, I have to dock a star for the ridiculous scene in which Julia, a manipulative and needy woman, sleeps with Brian's brother. Who was a virgin. Who has loved her from afar for decades. Who has not looked at another woman because of his love for her even though he knows he's only a substitute. Yeah. Whatever. I don't really believe that anyone is so special that someone else will completely forego their own romantic and sexual life out of some weird loyalty. It seems like something a 13 year-old would promise, not a psychologically healthy 40 year old accountant. It just stank of melodramatic young adult paranormal romance.
Overall, Brian and his relationship with his father was fascinating and the self-absorption and arrogance of Julia was needed to break his facade of virtue. An entertaining and thought provoking read.