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This one was pretty wild. The novel is set during the bubonic plague of mid 14th Century, in a town called Nobber. People are holed up in their homes (sound familiar?), and as their relatives start to die, it seems their mental health comes into question as well (sound familiar?). Then we've got a handful of people trying to take advantage of the situation for their personal gain. That's about all I know.
This is a dark humor type of story, with some grotesque scenes, a little hint of magical realism, and people who like to talk dirty to one another. I have no idea what this one is really about. All I know is that the prose is excellent, there are a handful of scenes that left a strong impression on me (the forest burial with the fox, anyone?), and that Fagan is an author of which to take note.
A novel that, once you finish, will make you ask, "what the hell was that all about?" but will sear itself in your memory for a while longer. I'm not sure if I even liked it that much, but I was certainly impressed by it. Strong three stars.
"The corpses are hidden, but they seep into the living, the false shades amongst them. There are not enough hands to bury them any more. There is no more society, no more family. Society is slack, full of hypocrisy. It is gone. There is only this mob, burgeoning, becoming one."
This is a dark humor type of story, with some grotesque scenes, a little hint of magical realism, and people who like to talk dirty to one another. I have no idea what this one is really about. All I know is that the prose is excellent, there are a handful of scenes that left a strong impression on me (the forest burial with the fox, anyone?), and that Fagan is an author of which to take note.
A novel that, once you finish, will make you ask, "what the hell was that all about?" but will sear itself in your memory for a while longer. I'm not sure if I even liked it that much, but I was certainly impressed by it. Strong three stars.
"The corpses are hidden, but they seep into the living, the false shades amongst them. There are not enough hands to bury them any more. There is no more society, no more family. Society is slack, full of hypocrisy. It is gone. There is only this mob, burgeoning, becoming one."