Joseph O’Neill

Sometimes after reading a novel, a blessing in itself when its good, the words of praise one can find seem trite.
Joseph O’Neill’s Netherland is just such a novel. I read it in three sittings, quaking, shivering, and half-expecting tears in many passages. Here one finds real life and real feeling, and a kind of thoughtfulness and care with language that is rare. I’ll be posting a quick excerpt here soon.

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