The new novel The Outcast Gully Morgan ground to a halt at around 20k because I went back to Through the Eyes of
to do a rewrite. This rewrite ate up
most of a month and inevitably took me away from the blog, not to mention a
couple of reviews I had planned. Incidentally,
I won’t be doing any more reviews for the foreseeable future as they take up
too much valuable time that would be better spent writing. I am after all a writer and not a reviewer. I’ll still flag up the odd novel I think
deserves attention, like the two I read last week whilst on holiday:
Emotional and devastating and beautifully written.
And here’s a novel I’ll be plugging the shit out of to every reader I know; it’s Patrick deWitt’s 2011 Man Booker Prize shortlisted gem The Sisters Brothers, a picaresque western set against the Californian gold rush and narrated by Eli Sisters, one half of the notorious guns-for-hire duo with his brother Charlie. This book does what few literary novels do: it entertains. Yes it’s deep and moving and painful, and will leave you thinking on it well after the book is closed and done, but it’s also a night out at the circus, with one colourful and splendid act following another. It’s a fucking triumph, and you need to read it.
So that’s what I’ve been doing, and I shall return soon. I promise.