Amazon.com Review
In this ambitious first novel, author Patrick Kavanagh chronicles a single day--June 24, the Feast of Saint John the Baptist--in a remote village in remote Newfoundland. June 24 is also Sweethearts Day, a day on which young women perform rituals as old as the hills to determine whom they will marry. These two celebrations, one Catholic, the other pagan, serve as the twin lodestones around which
Gaff Topsails weaves its complex tale. On the one hand, there is Father MacMurrough, a restless priest who sees his new parish as a punishment and Kevin, an altar boy troubled by notions of God and sin; on the other there is Mary, a young woman in love with love and Michael Barron, a young mute who is starved for it. These characters live out their single day between the twin shadows of two mountains (Gaff Topsails) and an iceberg offshore, their physical isolation a symbol of the spiritual solitude in which they all exist.
Comparisons to James Joyce's Ulysses are, perhaps, inevitable, with the archetypes Kavanagh presents (the fisherman's wife waiting, like Penelope, for her husband to return from the sea), the fragmented narrative, and the occasional stream of consciousness. Like Ulysses, Gaff Topsails is not an easy book to read, but in the end, this novel rewards the patient reader with a crystalline portrait of a day in the life of a small community
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From Publishers Weekly
A 500-year-old Irish Catholic village on the Newfoundland coast comes to life in this assured debut, set in the years after WWII. Michael Barron, a young mute, is awakening to adulthood as he explores an enormous iceberg with his friends, still half in thrall to his father's stories of a beautiful woman who rides the ice, part Blessed Virgin Mary, part Coleridgean ghost. Although Michael is the novel's only mute, his silent isolation is common to nearly all Kavanagh's characters: Johnny the Light, an old, crippled hero, is a haunted, often delirious drunk; Father MacMurrough, new to the parish, has spent most of his adulthood in Asia avoiding village life and its unhappy associations; restless, teenage Mary loathes her mother and pursues a future husband through secret pagan rituals. This is nothing new. The village's founding father, Tomas Croft, was even more isolated, the son of an Irish monk who stole away from his English companions to land in Newfoundland in solitude. Shifting its focus from character to character, Kavanagh's sometimes ponderous narrative treats each individual story as a complete piece for the reader to assemble with the others. The abundance of period detail and unmistakable shadow of Joyce (whom Kavanagh claims to have helped translate into Mandarin) cast an occasional pall, but there is no mistaking the talent and vivid imagination at work throughout the novel.
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