Bruen has a distinctive style, comprised of both short and run-on sentences that dip and swirl throughout Jack’s first-person past tense narrative. That worthy text is not a stream-of-consciousness technique, but occasionally comes close ... I assure you that no one other than Ken Bruen is producing books quite like this, or quite this side of wondrous. He writes like an angel, a fearsome one such as he describes here, but one that you will want to keep and have close to you in order to appreciate your quiet and blessed life. A stunning experience from beginning to end, In the Galway SIlence surpasses even Bruen’s usual superlative standards.
There’s a definite yeast extract (Marmite or Vegemite, you choose) element to Bruen’s writing. You’ll love it or hate it. He has a legion of loyal fans for good reason ... he prose is stripped right back to the bare bones, descriptions are brief and taut. Dialogue is only used when absolutely necessary and we spend as much time in Jack’s head as out of it. The narrative is gritty, bleak and full of black humour. Sometimes it’s written like a list with one word per line ... a relatively quick read. Although the 14th in the series it can be read as a standalone.
Powered by nonstop action and acerbic wit ... like the pints of Guinness that the saga’s existentially tortured, pill-popping antihero consumes on a daily basis—unfathomably dark ... Readers who can get past the decidedly nonlinear and at times downright muddled narrative will find a deeply flawed but endear- ing character whose suffering is both tragic and transformative.
A tough, tender, sorrowful tour of the Bruen aquarium, with all manner of fantastic creatures swimming in close proximity and touching only the fellow creatures they want to devour. Just don’t get too attached to the supporting cast or read this installment just before a trip to Galway.