When Psyche, the 18 year-old voice of Dermot Healy's wonderful, rich and funny novel, is asked if he has an interior life, he hastily answers no, and it is true that his attention is mostly focused outwards, onto the people close to him, his family and neighbours,his girlfriend, and onto the volatile natural world of Ireland's Atlantic coast where a storm is always coming, and the islands are always leaving.
We gradually learn that his inward life is compromised by mourning, is on hold. He is filling the gap by energetically running errands for his great uncle and his friend Blackbird, two old men for whom ancient enmities, old loves, old ghosts and goblins are very much alive. Vivid too is their conversation, filled with non-sequiturs and improbabilities. Psyche helps anyone in the village who asks him to, and so we meet eastern european economic migrants, the protestant lady of the great house, the retired judge. The physical world is much in evidence, dry-stone walling, fishing. In fact a whole world is created, perhaps a better, kinder one, though it is done wholly unsentimentally. Perhaps a world in which death can be borne and rcovered from.