From the very beginning, Dublin in the Rain makes a fateful grab at your heart and will not let go. The prologue sets the stage for the array of emotions in which one may expect to be immersed, ranging from the blossoming of young love to the heart-rending grief of the loss of all one holds dear, to learning to survive a childhood of cold indifference after such a loss.
I was out of breath after only this first foreshadowing of things to come!
Trying to anticipate the relation between the horrific incidents of the past, as outlined in the prologue, and the characters' lives, was completely aggravating in the most delicious way!
A glimpse here, a tidbit there or a tantalizing clue as to the "butterfly affect" of that past, so deftly woven into the fabric of the story, made sure that I wouldn't put it down until the very end.
Our protagonist, Jonathan Melton, began his idyllic life in the perfect, love filled home, with parents who were very much in love. With a father who suffered emotional incapacitation and resulting bouts of depression and drinking, the eventual outcome was, of course, a broken marriage, with Jonathan remaining in the custody of his father.
It is during this interim that Jonathan discovers his mother has "gone on with her life" and begun a relationship with someone else. This is also the first time the reader is shown a hint of how past and present are connected, with the introduction of Annie, the housekeeper who befriended him for a time.
Young Jonathan resonates with me as, not unlike a million other people in this day and age, I recognize the piteous state if mind that befalls the child of a broken home. True to form, Jonathan is vulnerable at this age, because of his love for both of his parents. It is obvious that he wants nothing more than for them to set aside their differences; this will never be forthcoming, and so, under his father's influence and his own pain for his mother's absence, Jonathan breaks, basically, and turns against his mither.
The rift is great. So great that, when his father dies (and although we, dear readers, already guess, the recognition of his suicide is not admitted until later), Jonathan indicates to his mother that going to live with her is the most distasteful thing he can contemplate. The family of his closest mate, David, have offered to take him in, and so it is that the balance of his childhood is spent, once again, in the bosom of a loving family.
Jonathan and David attend University together and from here the story of Jonathan's life takes many twists, turns and backward loops. He "becomes a man" then, eventually, falls in love...many sweet whimsical moments there with his lady love, Sophia!
But Jonathan seems doomed to follow the dysfunctional footsteps of his father. Not only that, but history is bearing down on him and repeating its burden of loss and disillusionment, stubborn self-centredness and self-destruction.
The one character who is, really, only a fleeting presence, is Maoliosa/Melissa, and for the tiniest space of time that she is actually in Jonathan's life, hers is the most key presence of all, in bringing the threads of past, present and future together.
And then our author has the utter nerve to make us really, really like her and then just "disappear" her and leave us hanging!!
I will stop here. No spoilers laid to me!
One note about the intimate scenes in this book: a few readers have been fairly critical of them. I'm not one who enjoys reading graphic descriptions of intimacy, even in the relatively benign instance of the sweetest consummation of marriage.
However, in Dublin in the Rain, there is fair warning that things are about to get a bit steamy...enough warning that I was able to skim past the very few occurances. Also, even though these instances themselves were integral to the story, their description was not so lengthy that sliding over those few paragraphs caused one to miss the truly important parts of the story.
In short, if you don't want to visualize, then you have two or three sentences warning to start flipping to the next page.
Andrew Critchley did a splendid job of developing the characters in this book. Taken in their entirety, theirs could be the stories of most of the people any of us have known throughout life. None are without distinction and I couldn't read even the least person who basically had only a walkthrough, without forming some sort of opinion.
I would like to thank the author for giving me this wonderful opportunity to read his debut novel. As he knows, I also read it aloud to my husband, outside...well, our neighbours were outside as well and they, too, were "all up in the story" as I read!!
I highly recommend Dublin in the Rain, for all the reasons others have stated as well as my own.
Only, man or woman, be sure to have a handkerchief on hand!