I feel people rate this book (and his others) a lot more generously because Graham Norton is a household name. I preferred this book to Holding and it was an easy read but I spent so much time angry at Martin, who it’s safe to say we’re supposed to hate and at Ellen, who I think we’re supposed to feel sorry for. Reader, I did not.
Look, I’m not going to spend much time on Connor, he was very damaged by being the victim of a sexual assault at the hands of Martin, followed by the whole taking the rap for the crash. The decisions he made were all because he was running from that and that made a kind of sense, although this is never really resolved. The big thing with Connor is that it is utterly ludicrous that he spent nearly 20 years as an Irish man in London and New York going out drinking regularly before bumping in to another Irish person who knew him or his family in some way shape or form. And he gets so excited when he discovers an Irish barman in New York, so it’s not like he’s been deliberately dodging them.
Okay, Martin is a monster. Probably a psychopath. The fact that he takes it upon himself to pursue Connor’s sister makes absolutely no sense. He could have been off in Dublin , laughing at how he got away with the whole thing, but instead he saddles himself with Ellen, so he can make them both miserable in a sham marriage. Why? Who is this supposed to be helping? It makes no sense.
Ellen, however, is a piece of work. Yes, the abuse she suffers at Martins hands is bad, but several times she admits that she ‘doesn’t think she likes’ her daughter Aisling, and muses that she’s ‘making everything about herself as usual’. I’m sorry to break this to you, Ellen, but it’s not off a stone she’s licked it. Lest we forget how poor Ellen felt when her brother had apparently killed all those people in the car, how relieved she was when he decided to sod off to Liverpool, so maybe her life could go back to the way it was. Oh, how about how even when he’s away her parents spend too much time talking about him, even on Christmas Day.
But all of that is nothing compared to how, after over twenty years since Connor has disappeared without a trace (again, unlikely), upon hearing that her son has met him in a bar in New York, she does not tell her parents. J1 is usually a summer thing as far as I know, and it’s not until April the FOLLOWING YEAR that they finally get him over. More than six months. I’m sorry, but sneaking him into the the parents house and going “I’ve got somebody who’d like to meet you - tadaaaa” is how you announce a family member who has been working abroad, wasn’t due back for another two months but caught an early flight because it would be a nice surprise. It is absolutely not appropriate for a son who everyone thought was dead.
She didn’t even meet him at the airport! She made her long lost brother rent a car, and drive probably the bones of 3-4 hours from Shannon airport to west Cork. And then she wants to control who gets to hear the true story about the crash? Excuse me?
Where I thought the story was going, and would have actually much preferred, was that after Finbarr comes home, and everyone knows that Connor is in New York, Dan, Chrissie, Ellen and Finbarr make the trip to the Big Apple, and search for him in every gay bar and drag show until they find him. They beg him to come home with them, a twink (because every second gay guy was a twink,it seemed) to Connor’s left says that his dad is kind of cute, his dad is uncomfortable, but his very presence in this gay bar in New York proves that Connor will be accepted.
Back to the actual story though, and the wedding. Connor is asked if he’ll be alright with Martin being there. Has anyone asked Dan and Chrissie? I cannot believe that they stood in the same room as Martin and did not confront him. And the idea that maybe he was serving a sentence of his own by being stuck in their home town married to Connor’s sister. Am, sorry, no it doesn’t quite make up for the sexual assault, three dead, one paralysed, blackmailing someone to take the blame, domestic and psychological abuse. And are we supposed to believe that he’s some sort of saint over in London? Hardly! But at least he apologises which is more than Connor gets from Ellen.
This review has been way too long, so I’ll just make a last few points.
What was Robbo’s deal?
Sobar is an absolutely terrible name for a place where people go with the intention of getting drunk.
I like Graham Norton. He has a superb wit and is a brilliant host on his show. But he tries to write these old Irish country books which he clearly is far removed from. If he wrote a fictional book about a tv chat or sketch comedy show I would read it. But I can’t see myself going for another Irish countryside yarn.