OLD GOD'S TIME

๐—ข๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—š๐—ผ๐—ฑโ€™๐˜€ ๐—ง๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฒ
๐—•๐˜† ๐—ฆ๐—ฒ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—•๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐˜†
๐—ฃ๐˜‚๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ: ๐—™๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ & ๐—™๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ
๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ธ: ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ
๐—ฃ๐˜‚๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฑ:๐Ÿ๐˜€๐ญ ๐—™๐—ฒ๐—ฏ๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’
๐—š๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฟ๐—ฒ: ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ฆ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ ๐—™๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป
๐—™๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ป ๐—ช๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด
๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฌ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ: ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ“









Tom Kettle, a retired policeman now living in a small house overlooking the Irish Sea, spends his days in solitude, reflecting on his past and the family he once had. His quiet existence is disturbed when former colleagues arrive, seeking answers about an unsolved case from decades agoโ€”forcing long-buried memories to resurface.

Unfortunately, this book turned out to be a rather disappointing read for me. While the premise held great promise, the execution felt confusing and meandering. It was both profoundly sad and, at times, overwhelmingly tedious. The depth of sorrow in Tom Kettleโ€™s life is undeniable, yet I was left perplexed by Barryโ€™s narrative choices. It was never quite clear whether Tomโ€™s disorientation stemmed from dementia, grief, or a blend of both.
I nearly set the book aside, but eventually pushed through, taking frequent breaks to recover from the prose's density. The writing, though lyrical at times, felt excessively heavy, with long-winded sentences that often seemed to lose their way. Following Tomโ€™s fragmented stream of consciousness was challenging and, at times, exhausting. While I deeply sympathised with Tom and the immense tragedy that shaped his life, I found myself wishing for more clarity and direction. The overindulgence in styleโ€”often drifting into tangents of unrelated musingsโ€”made it difficult to stay emotionally connected. Though I recognise that Barryโ€™s prose and sense of place are celebrated by many, this particular work did not resonate with me.

Despite the authorโ€™s acclaim, I struggled to discern where Tom truly wasโ€”present, past, or perhaps somewhere in between the haze of memory and imagination. DNF.

My Rating:

1.5/5

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