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249 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2012
Where My Temporary Life centered on Scots-born Malcolm and his divided, rootless life, this sequel focuses on his friend Hardly, with a plot that turns on a little-known (to me, anyway) British army practice called "loft sitting," in which hidden soldiers would eavesdrop on Irish households in the hope of gleaning information about the IRA.
Both My Temporary Life and My Name Is Hardly combine elements of the Bildungsroman, romance, and thriller. Crosbie's authority as a writer announces itself from the very first sentence, along with deep sympathy for his displaced characters, caught between cultures and living as internal exiles looking for a place of comfort. My Name Is Hardly is presented as the middle novel of a trilogy. I have no doubt that when the last piece is in place, Crosbie's work will stand tall as exemplary literary fiction, and a reproach to those who mourn the decline of the "gatekeepers" of commercial publishing. Any gate too small to let in Martin Crosbie should have been blown up a long time ago.