I read this on the recommendation of an acting friend and was immediately capitvated both by the world Taylor-Rowan evokes and also the poetic language she uses. I read it over two days, devouring it at work and on the Glasgow Subway when I should have been researching instead. This is a novel which echoes Marquez and Carter and a little of Fuentes, too, but pulls you into a world all its own.
Here Joey Pachuca flees from a brutal Irish past and falls into a Mexico full of terror, poverty, redemption and magic where he runs and trips and dances along wires both real and imaginary. In this Mexico, Taylor-Rowan conjures up a marvellous panopoly of characters who inhabit slums and circuses and ships with all the mixture of the grotesque and the beautiful that makes the Mexican Day of Dead itself such a colorful and macabre pageant. I don't want to spoil the plot but it will keep you riveted - at the heart of this novel is a powerful ancient story of love and redemotion and while the language is giddy with beauty and imagery, the plot never devolves into cliche or caricature.
If you love the worlds of the rich South American writers (behind who stand always Borges and Bioy Cesares) then I cannot recommend this novel enough.