Mind you, he doesn't quite have all of every day to be ambling down memory lane. He is editor-in-chief and principal content writer for The Big Yaroo, an in-house magazine that he produces with fervent discipline, the publication in many ways acting as a gymnasium for his feverishly active imagination and wandering thoughts. We know that Frank's mind was warped to begin with, and the evidence on show is that his time incarcerated in psychiatric institutional care has probably added to this, meaning the things he is continually reflecting on are pierced from indirect angles. Did they really happen at all, or is Francie still spoofing away all these years later? Ultimately, this is a frustrating and circular novel that at times feels too constricted by its ultra-famous first-person protagonist.

Source: Irish Independent October 14, 2019 01:39 UTC