How to do justice to this extraordinary novel? Does anyone do a more forensic character sketch (without ever lapsing into caricature) or a more haiku-precise landscape description (without ever tipping over into the lyrical) than Jonathan Buckley? You feel that Buckley's virtuoso talents as a writer could take him off on any riff he cared to follow, yet he keeps them on a tight (and exhilarating) rein, always bringing them back to the service of his characters. And what characters they are. Buckley's risky decision to express a dazzling breadth of intellectual and emotional registers through a narrator whose physical world is so cruelly limited has the paradoxical effect of engendering great poignancy and tenderness. This narrator would rather cut off his own right hand (except he'd think of something much funnier than that) than indulge in self-pity, but through him we cannot help but ponder on the big questions of disability and mortality, love and humanity. With observational skills as sharp as a laser, an internal landscape as rich and dark and eclectic as a Borges creation, a coruscating wit that takes no prisoners (least of all himself), and a gift for empathy so finely honed and profoundly surprising that it leaves you feeling momentarily winded, this is a narrator to be treasured. Here is how he describes the doctor's response to his mother after delivering the devastating diagnosis of his incurable condition: `He'd pause after questions and do a quick frown, as though her words needed to be translated into something cleverer before he could understand them, then he'd reply in the soothing murmur of a man talking a distraught woman into putting the gun down.'
Buckley's prose does what poetry can do: it gives you the thrill of recognition that comes with the discovery of something that at some level you've always known but couldn't have put into words. His insatiable curiosity, enviable gift for deadpan humour and unbounded delight in language and its ability to shape and express human experience ensure a rich variety of treats and delights for the reader; his emotional range, meanwhile, and his lightly observed but none the less perceptive insights into human frailty and yearning, and into the vagaries of families and relationships, are thought-provoking, touching and deeply humane.
Do read this book: there's so much to enjoy.