“You awake from a dream. The dream dissolves in the frosted breath of your mouth. From where you lie on the bed’s metal springs, you can see a window permitting light to enter the room. You see rooftops of a neighborhood, old and weary, with chimney pots and bobbing Santa Clauses and television aerials, no longer used. A band of cerulean blue sky has been slashed across the glass, and above it is boiling charcoal. Snowflaskes drift down, only a few. It is winter here, which is somewhere you do not recognize”.
Since first reading Father Elijah back in early 1997, O’brien has become my favorite author and once I complete this novel, it take a place on my bookshelf, along with fourteen other O’brien titles. At 279 pages, it is one of his shortest books.
Michael is a masterful story teller and I’ve been looking forward this story since it was announced.
What are you reading?