First Sentence: He set out for the place as an animal might, as though on some fated migration.
Back of the book:
He will spend three days alone on his island. That is all that he asks . . . John is so many miles from love now and home. This is the story of his strangest trip.
John owns a tiny island off the west coast of Ireland. Maybe it is there that he can at last outrun the shadows of his past.
The tale of a wild journey into the world and a wild journey within, Beatlebone is a mystery box of a novel. It’s a portrait of an artist at a time of creative strife. It is most of all a sad and beautiful comedy from one of the most gifted stylists now at work.
Quotes from the book:
Baby spew the sour milk smell the bloody motherhood.
‘Did you know that the groans get passed down to us?’
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Last Sentence: But I can see you on Bold Street as we move with the crowd again and there is a catch or snag in your voice — a scratch, a sadness — that tells me the way that time moves and summer soon across the trees will spin its green hands.