OK....
...so basically this is one of the best books I have ever read in my entire life.
Let's start with the plot. Is there a plot? I don't know. But isn't that wonderful? I mean, who ever imagined that they would read a book and be questioning the existence of a plot? That immediately is a testament to the originality of this novel and this author. So surely a book can't exist without a plot? Well, I think this one actually managed it, and kept going for nigh on 500 pages, in fact. And even in the absence of any clearly-defined narrative, I couldn't put this book down. A second testament to the skill of the author and the uniqueness of his product. To be honest, I suppose, there's something of a storyline running through it, yes, but it's veiled for most of the novel in favour of letting specific character-building incidents come to the fore, which I'll talk about later. The plot twists and turns in the background, often being hinted at but then vanishing for whole pages or chapters, never stepping fully into the light until the end. Does it pay off when it finally does take centre-stage? Absolutely. Is it difficult stuff to read? Absolutely. Is it therefore excellently effective? Absolutely. And all of its convoluted nature makes complete sense within the world of the story, by the way, and any other clearer method of storytelling wouldn't fit with the character of the narrator.
So let's talk about him for a while. Charlie, "The Gamal", the alleged village imbecile, excluded by all but a few, has suffered something traumatic in his past that he's still trying to understand and get over. On the advice of his psychiatrist Dr Quinn, he sets about writing a novel focused on the trauma he experienced, and the fruit of his efforts is what we, the reader, hold in our hands. And what a fascinating fruit it is. Charlie is a very interesting narrator indeed. He gives a friendly wave to those of us from Ireland like myself, sprinkling the book with our wacky colloquialisms, nostalgic references to people and places that we can all relate to, and the occasional tip of the hat to dubious Gaeilge. But there's more to him than that for those outside of Ireland, he is fascinating in other ways; he is relatable to all those who never liked being forced to write, he is relatable to all those who have ever dealt with a great upheaval in their lives, he is relatable to all those who feel different or excluded when, in reality, much like the Fool from a Shakespearean production, Charlie the Gamal could well be the smartest person in the room at all times.
As I mentioned before, the meandering of the plot fits with the character. Charlie doesn't want to write a book and he certainly doesn't want to write this book, so he dances around the plot - which, if you can accept it as a unique bit of realism, is a fantastic treat to read.
Instead he concentrates (reluctantly, it seems, but pulls it off very successfully unbeknownst to himself) on developing characters. Firstly, unconsciously, he writes his own intriguing character study of himself; but he also gives realistic and understandable insight unlike any I have read before into the lives of two lovers, Sinéad and James, and chronicles their highs and lows, their ups and downs with heart-wrenchingly convincing accuracy as their world builds above them and falls around them. As it is set in a rural Irish village, there are many other minor characters that we recognise as well - the pub-goers, the detective, the Catholic fanatics - who are all written with equal care for realism.
And the writing, oh my God, it is hard to believe that this is a debut novel. The reader can be laughing one moment and crying the next, with every joke and every tragedy hitting exactly where it's meant to hit. This book is unclassifiable - it isn't a comedy, though it's very funny; it isn't a tragedy, though it's very sad; it isn't a love story, though that forms the basis of the plot... so I can only conclude that it is a totally unique book, with myriad diverse elements that really shouldn't work so well, but really, really do. My hat is off to Ciarán Collins. He has created a beautiful anomaly of a novel.
The impossible has now become possible.