Status Updates From Dooneen

Well, I have to give up on this chaotic book. I thought it might illuminate what the heck is going on in this futuristic almost nihilistic Dublin, which it does to some degree but the main character, Mew, is so unsettling that I really don't care much what happens next. Nor what he does or if he ever finds Mottie.

This is a new kind of writing: you throw all the words up into the air and wherever they land, becomes a sentence, a paragraph or chapter. It's hard to follow the plot and I'm not sure I'll keep going. Maybe a few more days anyway.

This is a feverish kind of story, with hardly any space for air. Not sure how it'll go but it's definitely unique.

Hey I’M in a building on Newmarket

this is so and you may find yourself… living in a shotgun shack…! I’m having fun so far