John Boyne was a name I hadn’t come across until I was fortunate enough to find this novel amongst a collection of books in one of the beach resorts nearby where I live (in Philippines) – my usual source of reading matter, considering Amazon hardly ever have the books I want for my Kindle e-reader. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that Boyne is a successful writer, still quite young, from Dublin. He is very readable and I breezed through this book, in contrast to my last book (by John Carey) which I quit mid-way through. His experiment of relating simultaneously the life stories of three connected people worked, certainly for me. Buffulo Bill and the Wild West have been alien territory to me which I’ve always steered clear of. I’d rather have the TV off when young than watch a wild west movie (something missing in my masculine make up?) Yet I found the tale of Buffulo Bill Cody and his times fascinating. Equally interesting were his descendents, the narrator William and his father, Isaac. Considering the tenuous link between them and Buffulo Bill (i.e.the result of a one night stand), William may have had things in better perspective regarding his father’s obsession. But William’s offhand relationship with his father seems a bit heartless overall. I was waiting for a rapprochement which never occurred despite their coming together at the end. Perhaps this may have been the author himself speaking personally. I got the impression, rightly or wrongly, that Boyne may be revealing himself, to a certain extent, through William.