4.5 stars!
Many thanks to the author, who provided a free copy of Sour in exchange for an honest review.
I’ve never read a story narrated by a Puca before…but I loved it. I loved the language, the lyrical way the characters spoke. The accents were woven into the script, so that if you read it aloud, you would find yourself speaking with an accent as well. (I frigging loved that, thumbs up, man) I loved how you had to bend reality to read it, which isn’t much of a stretch for me. I have no problem believing in a free wheeling hard drinking Puca, or a cigarette smoking sentient crow. (The crow was the bomb, by the way)
It all starts with the missed delivery of the paper. This gets the attention of Conall, a grouchy old fella who wants nothing more than his cup of tea (tae) and a bowl of mash with his paper in the mornings. Conall starts poking around town, trying to find out what happened to the boy. The rabbit hole goes a good bit deeper than he expected, and soon he is up to his ears in a murder mystery that sends him and his dog Red Bob stomping all about the countryside. What he uncovers is a disturbing situation involving the paperboy, his older brother, and Deirdre, who is held captive, Rapunzel-like, by her adoptive parents. Her “father” is wealthy, and one of the more powerful men in the area, and hasn’t taken her attempt at escape laying down. The fate awaiting the children is a grim one, if he has anything to do with it. It is a race between Conall and his crew of misfits and the hired thugs who are hot on the same trail.
By pure chance, I was unfamiliar with the story of Deirdre of the Sorrows, and naturally had to look that up and read it before beginning. What the author claims is true, this is a modern day retelling of the tale, but it’s ever so much more. Sour is equal parts tragedy, comedy, and mystery that will keep you interested until the last page.