'A dark and funny exploration of the fears and anxieties embedded in domestic suburban life' Big Issue
'Bringing to mind Flann O'Brien or Charlie Kaufman. You find yourself at the mercy of your craving for the next page. O'Connor's debut novel has knocked the ball out of the park' Buzz
'O'Connor's addled language adds to the delirious impression of a man untethered from reality. Quite where that leaves the reader is all part of the fun' Daily Mail
It come out of nowhere - said the woman who found Michael, knocked into a coma by a rogue golf ball.
He remembers nothing of the life he wakes up to.
And there is something he can tell no that he can imagine things out of existence. That he only has to imagine a brick and it vanishes, that he only has to picture the catastrophes threatening his children and they are safe.
As Michael's hold on reality loosens, his sense of self and the world around him starts to fray at the edges, teetering on the brink of nothingness.
I get what the author was trying to say but the way it was done was very tedious and difficult to get through. I picked up the book at our book exchange and the previous person didn’t even manage to finish it and gave up on page 40, guessing by the folded page inside. There’s very little going on and even though the book is well written, it struggles to maintain interest in any of the characters including the main protagonist. Literally nothing happens in terms of narrative or any sort of action. There’s interesting points made throughout, but the lack of the general story let’s the book down.