Imagine that you are in intelligent child but the only use you can put it to is crime. Being an entrepeneur means stealing and reselling cars. You have a foolish idea that love can save you. It happens every day. But This Is The Country isn't bleak because of Wall's elegant language. No matter how bad things get the poetry pulls you through. This book shows us how life is lived at the margins, in the housing estates that we drive around on our way to work, or the places we see from motorways and trains. The story is told by the unnamed hero in a fluid, slangy yet eloquent prose that manages to suggest more than it says. It begins in a seamy city housing project and ends in a seaside town. Wall manages to suggest that there's not much difference between the two, except that the people in control are different. In the city its the dealers, in the country it's the people "who own the view". In either case the marginalised don't count. It's one of the first books I've read in a long time that doesn't pull punches about the politics. Even though the plot seems a little overheated at times (hence one star short of the five), it seems that reality is catching up with it every day with gangland killings here in Dublin where the book is set. And by the way, it's also very funny.