The Blood Miracles by Lisa McInerney

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My review of Lisa McInerney’s The Blood Miracles appears in today’s Sunday Business Post Magazine (behind, as ever, the Iron Paywall). Here’s an excerpt:

The problem is that the whole thing comes at you through a thick impasto of woozy sentiment. Most Irish writers fall prey to sentimentality – it’s the national disease, after all – but in doing so, they tend to sacrifice precision, which is not a minor loss. Too often, McInerney abjures clarity and settles for vaguely-conjured – but unmistakably strong – emotion. Here’s an example: “Cork City holds up the night and its people shiver and cough under its canopy: Ryan feels the contrast of cover and exposure, the cramped streets as shelter from spinning space, and both make him nervous.”  The feeling is unmistakable; the meaning, less so. Another example: “Inebriation ebbs and its detritus knocks its code on the back of his skull.” And another: “He is all for it, one hundred per cent on the side of opportune disruption with an implied, undressed conclusion.” At a fairground: “People whirl in the air above them, prisoners of mechanical beasts weaving webs from happy howls […] There are promises in neon.” After a night on pills: “He thinks of eternities as the air crystallises and the pubs start to close.”


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