This month, I was lucky enough to get advance copies of two novels by eminent Irish writers, both of which will be published in the coming months.
Colm Toibin’s new novel BROOKLYN, which will be published in May, tells the story of a young woman, Eilis Lacey, who moves from Enniscorthy to Brooklyn in the 1950s. It’s a moving and powerful novel, led by a protagonist whose journey is one of personal growth and emotional difficulties. I read the last 50 pages with my heart in my mouth, wondering how the story would be resolved. A simply beautiful novel which will no doubt be one of the finest published this year. As, I think, will Colum McCann’s LET THE GREAT WORLD SPIN, which arrives in September. An extraordinary piece of writing, set in New York in the 1970s, this is a hugely ambitious work by a writer who never veers into sentimentality and allows complex stories and ideas to develop over the course of the novel. Both books deserve to reach a wide audience and I have little doubt that they will.
I didn’t get on quite so well with Tim Krabbe’s THE CAVE. I read THE VANISHING last month and loved it but this novel, centred around a particularly malevolent drug-dealing character, was less engaging.
Siobhan Dowd’s final novel, SOLACE OF THE ROAD, is told with her usual powerful level of storytelling and engaging voice. The story of a young girl, Holly, who flees her foster family in order to travel to Ireland to find her mother, it’s a great read, although I think BOG CHILD, which I read last month, remains Dowd’s masterpiece.
I’ve never read Stefan Zweig before and his novel CHESS has been sitting on my shelf for about 3 years and I’m pleased I finally got around to it. A highly charged, dramatic story about a chessgame on board a ship, with flashbacks to Nazi Germany, this is a psyschologically interesting story by a writer I plan on reading more of.
I followed this with Edmund White’s biography of RIMBAUD, which is an entertaining and lively read, less academic than one might expect and with the pace of a novel (not surprisingly, considering the author.) I didn’t know much about Rimbaud before and I’m not sure I care much for him now but it’s worth reading.
Then Anita Brookner’s new novel STRANGERS, the story of a retired bank manager and how two demanding, awkward women affect his humdrum and solitary life. This is a moving story with unexpected moments of great humour and pathos. It has to be said that none of the female characters come off very well in the book but Sturgis, the protagonist, is deeply sympathetic. Having never read Brookner’s work before I also went back to one of her earlier novels, the Booker prize-winning HOTEL DU LAC, which is a thoughtful account of a novelist who retires to a Swiss hotel for a short break after an embarrassing incident at home. It’s astonishing how much Brookner can get into these relatively short novels. And HOTEL DU LAC contains one of the most extraordinary sentences I’ve ever read in fiction, towards the end of the novel: ‘Edith,’ said Mr Neville. ‘Please don’t cry. I cannot bear to see a woman cry; it makes me want to hit her.’
After this I read LP Hartley’s THE GO-BETWEEN. One of those classic novels that I’ve heard so many people praise but which I’d never read myself, I was utterly charmed and moved by the story of young Leo Colston, who acts as a messenger between a young farmer and his paramour. It’s a beautifully written novel, at times funny and at times heartbreakingly sad. I can’t believe it’s taken me so many years to read this book.
Quite a change in tone next with Amos Oz’s novel RHYMING LIFE AND DEATH. This story of a famous writer who gives a reading and is alone with his thoughts on stage, followed by a walk through the city, it’s a contemplative story about the nature of fiction itself which didn’t move me particularly but is thought-provoking for its detailed analysis of storytelling and where characters come from.
And then THE WAY I FOUND HER, a novel by Rose Tremain, whose THE ROAD HOME was one of my favourite books of last year. This is an earlier novel, published in 1997, about a 13 year-old boy spending a summer in Paris with his mother who gets involved in a missing person mystery. The novel is at times funny, suspense-filled and dramatic but ultimately it’s a very moving left-of-field love story and a tremendously sad one too. Rose Tremain is really one of the finest English novelists at work today.











I’ll be reading from my new novel 
Today sees the release in the UK and Ireland of the DVD of THE BOY IN THE STRIPED PYJAMAS.









Today is World Book Day, which means that this year’s 10
I appeared as a guest on RTE Television’s arts review show