The plot of this novel intrigued me. The story follows a young woman named Eily as she attends drama school in London. One night, she meets an older man and embarks on a passionate relationship with him. Sadly, the book let me down severely. The narrative is written in a stream of consciousness/syntax format, and it was extremely confusing and frustrating to follow the flow. I also couldn’t connect with any of the characters, and I found this to be a chore to read. Here are a few examples of the writing style:
“There’s no one suffered like the poor of east London, he says Do you hear me? Do you know that? Sure I’m not English. She is. What? Come on girls give us some change. Fuck right off, she says. Jesus chili sauce my friend. Queens and cockroaches. But you got your oats? Certainly cerealisation, I agree.”
“Daub my soul with a good few pints til my mouth swings wide with unutterable shite. Laughing lots too, like it’s true. Worldening maybe, I think. I hope.”
“Still and so we’re here for Art. She has tickets while I have a heart that I hope art will burn. But her shrug au gait keep my mouth shut and I map my gait on how she walks.
Blasé with the sculptures. Stooping to the glass. Paintings mostly lingered at the same amount of time. So this is how I do it too and when the crowd gets hard for art to squeeze out through I chase after. Encourage it myself”.
I know this book is adored by many, and was long-listed for the Bailey’s Women Prize for Fiction, but I personally found it a slog to get through. I applaud McBride for her bold approach to storytelling, but it wasn’t my cup of tea.
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