A self-absorbed painter conducting a seedy affair is made compelling by this Irish masters matchless proseJohn Banville is an unsafe pair of hands. That is partly why one keeps reading him. There is nothing secure approximately the arc of his narratives or a docile sentence within them. And in this latest novel,his 16th, he holds you with his glittering eye – or pen – in a way that would not disgrace Coleridge’s Ancient Mariner.
Banville holds words up to the light as carefully as any watchmaker or poetContinue reading...
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