This is a muddle of novel (originally published last year by Tartarus Press in a limited edition), though there are plenty of indications that the author will go on to do great things. I doubt if he had quite decided what he was writing — a Stephen King horror story, a book about the loss of intense Catholic faith, a serious novel about families, a Gothic mystery.… It has elements of all these, but has not settled down to be any.
It is written as though at a distance from the characters, by someone observing them, perhaps ironically, perhaps fondly, never closely. Only the narrator, and his younger brother, Andrew — called Hanny — have inner lives, and their relationship is movingly described. Hanny is called a ‘retard’, but seems to be autistic — he does not/cannot speak and relies on his brother to look out for him, speak up for him and help him understand the odd ways of the world.
There is a jumble of time elements.
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