Winterwood: A Novel

I began this little volume at Barnes and Noble a couple weeks ago, and decided to get it from the library, since this author is in ‘1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die.' Not with this book, but another. And I'm frankly not sure why, after reading this. The narrator is not simply unreliable, he's a horrid excuse for a human being, and insane to boot. It's basically the tale of a man who molests and kills his daughter, murders his ex-wife years later, and tries to deny his own awfulness by half-living in a make-believe world called ‘winterwood.' It got rather tedious, and the end was lame. Not my favourite. We'll try something else then. Ah, yes, this was supposed to be a tale of changing Ireland through the past thirty years. But what little historicity there is becomes completely lost in the lame tale of the pervert.