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Birchwood

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The novels of John Banville cannot be read in a rush. His phrases are achingly beautiful and so densely packed that they demand slowness and savoring. Birchwood, one of his earliest novels, from 1973, re-released in a Vintage International edition, is no exception.

Drawing on his Irish roots, Banville has set Birchwood on an estate by that name in Ireland. Gabriel Godkin is a man returned to his family's ruined estate, looking back through his childhood at the truths of his family and his country. Through an extended flashback, we see Gabriel struggle with a cold father, a crazed mother and grandmother, all wobbling on the edges of an insanity that Gabriel acknowledges runs through his own blood. At the same time, in the background, we see Ireland falling apart as the people starve through the potato famine, the landed gentry lose their precarious place in the society, and Gabriel escapes from his family and finds his way into the traveling circus.

Through this strange transition from landed gentry to itinerate performer, Banville allows Gabriel to explore the idea of family-the ones we are born into and with whom we are forever connected by blood, and the ones we cobble together in the courses of our strange lives-and come to terms with his own self and his history.

Banville is a master at developing characters and exploring their interior landscapes while the characters are exploring some exterior one. Poetic and careful, he affords the reader a series of small pleasures as he describes and conjures interesting people and places.

Early in the novel, Gabriel explains "...it was as if in the deep wood's gloom I had recognized, in me all along, waiting, an empty place where I could put the most disparate things and they would hang together." The novel Birchwood also has such places, recognized by Banville, where he has carefully placed, for the reader to discover, disparate things-the ideas of family and home, the Irish potato famine, and the circus, of all things-that hang together beautifully.

Armchair Interview says: Well worth the read of this reissued book.

I read this straight after 'The Book of Evidence' and although it didnt captivate me to the same degree, it is nevertheless a well crafted piece of literature. The author has an awesome talent for creating interestingly offbeat characters. I look forward to reading more.

Thoroughly enjoyed book. dig a little deeper, think a bit harder. beautiful prose, poignant symbolism viewed from a younger perspective with some dark humour thrown in. john banville sings to you.

Banville is a brilliant writer. These are not beach reads. His sentences can read like poetry, his stories do not "move quickly", and are not intended to.

This book was a shot in the dark, a completely random pull from the library shelf. Never underestimate the power of cover art. That, combined with the striking single-word title, an Irish setting, and a brief description on the back that made the story sound worthy of Masterpiece Theatre, piqued my interest. In turn, my spontaneous choice rewarded me with a new author to explore further.

About two pages into Birchwood, Banville's stylized prose hit me like a brick wall and I thought I'd never be able to get through the entire book, no matter how slim the volume. I kept with it and it didn't take long before I was flowing with the rhythm and thoroughly immersed in the story.

I use the word `story' loosely since there isn't much plot. Birchwood is one man's recollection of his childhood growing up on a slowly decaying Irish estate surrounded by the eccentric, the insane, and the dark secrets of his family. Gothic stuff to say the least. Birchwood seeps with a nearly tangible sense of place. At the same time, my only criticism of the story would be my confusion about the time period in which it's set. (References to the great famine and Molly Maguires later in the book place it much earlier than I'd originally thought, though the story itself feels quite contemporary.) No matter, I was intrigued throughout and afterward wished I'd read it for book club as there's plenty of material to generate interesting discussion. Banville is definitely on my list to read deeper into his bibliography.

This is an astoundingly boring novel. As I recall, on the sleeve, it announced itself as a "black comedy".

Those fateful words led me to suspect that the book would be more "black" than comic. And indeed it was, in a sense - there isn't any colour in this book; nothing to rescue you from the murky, self-indulgent metaphors; the impenetrable, wordy thickets Banville has lovingly constructed in a transparent attempt to create capital-A Art.

Combine that with an incredibly dreary and pessimistic storyline, and you have a novel which abounds in intense boringness.

So, yeah. Don't buy it, unless you're also a pretentious, boring poser like John Banville.