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"The Barnes family is in trouble. Dickie's once-lucrative car business is going under--but rather than face the music, he's spending his days in the woods, building an apocalypse-proof bunker with a renegade handyman. His wife Imelda is selling off her jewelry on eBay, while their teenage daughter Cass, formerly top of her class, seems determined to binge-drink her way through her final exams. And twelve-year-old PJ is putting the final touches to his grand plan to run away from home. Where did it all go wrong? A patch of ice on the tarmac, a casual favor to a charming stranger, a bee caught beneath a bridal veil--can a single moment of bad luck change the direction of a life? And if the story has already been written--is there still time to find a happy ending?"--… (more)
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Murry begins this story with Cass, who plans to attend university in Dublin and live with her best friend. When the financial pressures become evident, so does the disparity in the relationship with her best friend. Cut adrift, Cass has trouble concentrating on her exams, and as her normal teenage woes veer into more serious terrain, it's clear her parents aren't paying attention. Then there's PJ, a sweet child, who may spend his time playing truly frightening video games, but that hasn't affected his sensitive heart, which notices his parents's troubles and does his part to not bother them, no matter what. He's found an on-line friend who is supportive which his parents definitely don't notice.
Murray's skill as a writer is in full display as, having killed all sympathy for these negligent parents, he proceeds to tell their stories and to force the reader to care about them. Murray writes each character so well, each has a voice of their own and the mother's section was just fantastic -- written in a stream-of-consciousness that reflects who she is. The book opens with long sections for each of the four family members, then moving between them more rapidly as the novel builds to its conclusion. We've all read books that end pages, or even chapters, later than they should have. This is the first time I've encountered a book that deliberately ended too early. I'm not sure what to think of that.
The story follows a family, Dickie, his wife Imelda, their daughter, Cass, and their son PJ. The story is told from the POV of each character, with a lot of other characters thrown in as well. Dickie runs
The book is definitely a literary novel, as the emphasis is on the characters over the ploy. There is some plot, but not much. The characters are mostly flat and one-dimensional, not well developed at all. Their behavior is inconsistent, so the reader never fully understands them.
The timelines shift and are confusing. There are a lot of flashbacks that are not transitioned well, leaving the reader confused. These timelines are all over the place, switching back and forth, even within the same paragraph.
The sections of the book from Imelda’s POV have no punctuation at all. No, none. No commas, no periods, nothing. Fortunately each sentence does begin with a capital letter, or else the reader would not be able to make sense of such nonsense. Why Murray chose to write only her section without punctuation is unclear. Her section also has a lot of internal monologue and is written in a stream of consciousness style. In fact, the entire book has a lot of internal monologue.
The dialogue in the book, if you can call it that is without quotation marks or tags. When a group of people are together and there is speaking, it is almost impossible to determine who is speaking without the dialogue tags. This is most confusing. The dialogue is told to the reader, rather than shown. For example, the text might say, “Imelda told them she agreed,” rather than say, “I agree,” said Imelda. This is just a simple example, but representative of the “dialogue” in the book.
The two major issues with the book are one, it is too long, and contains too many characters. The book comes in over 640 pages. I love a long book, but this one would have been improved if it had come in just under 300 pages. It is full of fluff and narrative that is totally useless. I counted over 114 characters when I stopped counting. Every insignificant person is named in the book, even those that are mentioned once, never to return again. I kept track of the characters, and it took four pages of paper to list them. This is way too many characters.
The point of view often shifted as well, often going from third person point of view to second person point of view, even in the same paragraph.
The author’s personal views regarding climate change and gender identity showed through in the book as well. Personally, I do not care what his views are, but they do not need to be forced down the reader’s throat. Just tell me a good story with great characters and beautiful writing. That is all the reader wants.
Finally, the ending was an absolute mess. There are plot lines that are not resolved and the ending is ambiguous and open-ended. We do not know what happens at the end. I do not need a book to be neatly wrapped up at the end with a bow tied on top. I do like it to be a little open ended, so as a reader, I can meditate on it for long after I have finished reading it. But this ending was ridiculous. None of the plot lines were resolved and the reader is left hanging as to what happened next. It is as if the book was left unfinished, and the ending removed.
This is the first Murry book I have read, and based upon this book, it will be the last.
“Dust be diamonds, water be wine
Happy, happy, happy all the time, time, time
Dust be diamonds, water be wine
Happy, happy, happy all the time, time, time”
- from the album Be Glad for the Song Has No Ending, Incredible String Band, 1969.
First lines:
”In the next town over a
With over 26 audio reading time hours between the first and last lines, it’s no wonder that many readers thought the song had no ending. But the story does, ambiguous as it may be, like Murray’s characters the reader must decide.
It’s a rambling tale of three generations of an Irish family living in a small village, and on the face of it one could be forgiven in thinking it is just another, albeit well-crafted, Irish story that has become almost a genre in its own right.
But that is just what it is not. It’s a story about time, how the past stays with us, how people change or think they do. How we don’t realise in our moment that this is our life. There’s no returning. That’s all folks.
Imelda - the middle generation -
“Time doesn’t do what you think it will, does it? You get your turn, but they don’t tell you that’s all it is. A turn. A moment. Everything explodes, you’re nothing but feelings. Your life begins at last. You think it’ll be all like that. Then the moment passes. The moment passes but you stay in the shape you were then, in the life that’s come out of the things that you did. The remainder of that girl you used to be.”
And Dickie, Imelda’s husband, on trying to recover his past, walking through his old stamping ground of Trinity College in Dublin nearly two decades later.
“There were new buildings everywhere with obtuse designs, deliberate acts of modernity. They struggled against the university’s aura of pastness The plush heaviness like a brocade of pure time that covered everything and held it in suspension.”
Against the tales of the individual characters hangs the beginnings and forebodings of climate change and ecological damage. The piece of plastic blowing in the wind, semi attached to a power pole, that once held a memorial photo of Imelda’s first love, brother of Dickie. Frank whose ghostly presence lingers on. That plastic will, Imelda muses, outlast all our lives, all our “turns”.
Bad things seem to happen with weather changes, storms, flash flooding. But the characters literally plough through downpours and flooded roads. In sync with their doom. A come-what-may-ness. There’s an “All the world’s a stage” vibe about The Bee Sting.
A gem of a book. Read it for the prose alone. As for the characters, I came away almost in love with one of them, the boy, PJ. And I guess I’m not alone.
Read this book.
This is the story of the Barnes family, Mom and Dad Imelda and Dickie, and their two children, 17 year old Cass and 12 year old P.J. It begins in a leisurely fashion, with
I found P.J.'s section to be heartbreaking. He absorbs the fact of his parents' financial difficulties and takes the responsibility onto his own shoulders. For example he doesn't tell his mom that he has outgrown his shoes to the point that he is walking around with bloodied and blistered feet. P.J. also thinks he's found a sympathetic online friend who if anyone had been paying attention to him might have been outed as a pedophile. Then we get to Imelda's and Dickie's sections, and things get really interesting.
About two-thirds of this book is taken up by these initial long four sections. The method of alternating pov sections among these four characters continues, but in much shorter and much faster-moving sections as incredible tension is built up as the book moves toward its conclusion. As the tension is building to the crisis point, I found myself reading breathlessly, trying not to skim, but desperate to know what will become of this family I've come to care for. As the story is drawing to an end, all four are in a dark forest, and I think in less skilled hands I would have felt that the author had manipulated the characters/plot (and the reader) to achieve this. Instead, the author has brought his characters (and we the readers) to this point seamlessly and naturally'
A lot of people did not like the ending. We are at a point of incredible tension. Something awful seems about to happen. Things could go either way, will the awful thing happen?---and then it ends, and we have no explicit answer. This ambiguity actually worked for me. I know how I would hope it ended, but I think it probably ended the other way.
One Amazon reviewer said this book reminds her of why she loves books, and I agree. And even though the book is fairly long, it feels short. Highly Recommended.
5 stars
I'll acknowledge upfront that this won't appeal to every reader (though this statement is true of every novel) for some specific
If you're even remotely interested in a novel like what I've described, you will be richly rewarded with this one. While the problems, some self-generated, these characters face are unique to them, they are also analogous to what most of us face. So we both follow this family and, if we read actively, reflect on some of our own life experiences. That alone makes this a successful novel for me. And this element, of the characters being similar to all of us, comes to a head in the final section when the voice changes to make them more directly us.
I would hope this doesn't need to be emphasized to most readers, but a novel, of any genre, requires the characters to make decisions or act in ways we think we would never do. That means you're not going to agree with a lot of what they do, or you'll feel the need to judge them from some (false) superior position. Don't! Empathize with them, try to understand how things could evolve to make someone make those choices. Step outside of your safe little bubble of faux superiority and care about someone, albeit fictional, different from yourself.
I would highly recommend this to readers who like to read about family, and by extension societal, dynamics from within the heads of those involved. The writing is excellent and if you allow yourself, you'll care about each character even if you're also glad they aren't in your life.
Reviewed from a copy made available by the publisher via Goodreads.
Ah, here's Paul Murray again after all these weeks of waiting! After his surprising Skippy Dies last year I was lucky to get wind of this latest and got on the waitlist toute de suite. Good thing, that. Murray is in high demand.
Here he's in fine form again. I
Murray begins in Cass's head. With his typical surety, he takes us through that tumultous landscape then shifts to the younger PJ who's got his own wild world. Next, Dickie and Imelda. This last person! It became exasperating to read I must confess because of Murray's device of not using full stops. At all. Therefore every thought in Imelda's head is just strewn across the page: I got the intention, but the effect became tiresome pretty fast. It all read like this And there were pages of it I wanted to like it I did appreciate it The fearsome grief and rage that Imelda feels came across powerfully for sure But Murray my good man would it have killed you to put in full stops
The other thing is the length of the novel. Being Paul Murray I did expect a doorstopper, and this one weighed at least a kilo. In Skippy Dies I found bits of the boys' games a bit too lengthy and here too, it's the boy PJ's section that could have done with some buzz-cutting. However, just when I was groaning because I thought I was caught full on in the "sagging" phenomenon of 600+ page books, Murray revived everything. Post this revival the sections on each character become shorter and therefore a sense of tension is built. This was a marvelous technique and towards the end the nightmarish effect became full-blown, a real stylistic feat.
That ending, however. It is hinted at for sure. But we're left to draw our own conclusions. I'm satisfied with this, because if he'd written it down it would have been way TOO TRAGIC by far. So I'm going to end it my own way, I have it all plotted out. Or not really, har har, just enough not to kill anyone and such.
The Bee Sting's themes are many. Grief is certainly a major one, but also choices and consequences, and what I found most interesting: the simple passage of time and the way our circumstances mark us as deeply as physical grooves. At that age now where these things are suddenly in my face, I must admit that I see my own self in the same mould as Murray's people here, just in the obverse circumstances.
So there it is. I'm pretty impressed and satisfied again; my Ireland craving was taken care of; and now that I find this work's been nominated for the Booker, I can say that I've read at least one of the longlist. Hurray for me but more importantly, let me go select another one of Murray's tomes for next month.
The 650 pages flew past for me. The Barnes family is composed of four people, husband Dickie, his wife Imelda, daughter Cass, and twelve year old younger brother PJ. Dickie has taken over his
The characters are richly and empathically drawn, despite their many foibles. My only quibble is with the rather ambiguous ending.
Highly recommended.
The story starts with Cass who introduces us to the family and their
This first section (Sylvias) is about the “car crash” of Cass’s expectations and assumptions, as her father’s business goes downhill and her mother sells off her surplus clothes and furnishings on eBay. The problem is that I’m not believing it and it’s too narratively contrived. Perhaps the story is too familiar?
The second section (The Wolf’ Lair) with PJ describing his school summer holiday is more interesting, as I found it unexpected and more contemporary. But then it completely nosedives again and again I’m not believing it.
Gave up when I started the third section which has Imelda breathlessly narrating the Lions club dinner at which Dickie’s father is making the main speech.
I may have approached this book in the wrong way, initially expecting more humour based upon the “blurb” than there is. But having read a review after giving up on the book which praised its “light tone and wry observations ... intertwined with serious subject matter and genuine pathos” I can see what the reviewer is saying, but it’s not working for me. I have just finished Elizabeth Strout’s Lucy Barton quartet, and earlier in the year reread Jane Gardam’s Old Filth trilogy, both of which do this sort of thing better.
For me the biggest surprise in characterization was that of Dickie, the father. Originally he comes across as a rather bland and ineffectual businessman, father and husband but as we dig a little deeper we discover a very weak man with many secrets. His defence is to simply ignore his troubles and hope that they fade away or that someone else will fix them. I found The Bee Sting lacked the lighter touch and humour that Murray’s previous book, Skippy Dies delivered so well. In this book Murray seems to relish the flaws and anxieties of his characters who all appear on the brink of a break down.
The Bee Sting is an ambitious and imaginative novel that reached out and grabbed me from the first page. The Barnes are not a conventional family, and the author exposes them with apparently no regard for structure or punctuation, even his past and present tenses tend to run together. But I did enjoy reading about this absolute mess of a family in a book where everything and everybody appears to be on a collision course. That said I do have to mention the ending which both surprised and frustrated me somewhat.
I am quitting this at 17% which, given the length of the book, means I gave it a good go! The first section was from the perspective of teenage daughter Cass, who spends her days in thrall to her 'friend' Elaine, hanging out with her
I thought the writing was good, but I find this depressing and I want to tell Cass and her family to stop caring so much about what other people think and become their own people, but I fear they won't do that and I can't cope with the hostility and submission to bullying any more.
Not for me.
The four main characters are beautifully nuanced, real, believable, floundering here, soaring there, each thinking something flawed or misinformed of the others, or simply not able to see them clearly. Each chained to their own perspective, overwhelmed by their own situation, isolated. The narrative is a slow, leisurely build, a rich saga of their individual experiences. I was never bored. I spent the whole book in a kind of edge of my seat concern, praying for the worst case scenarios to be averted. The writer takes all the time he needs to present us with a world where ordinary people, living seemingly mundane lives, come face to face with horrific tragedy, How the most awful, unimaginable events don't in fact come randomly out of the blue, but have thier roots deep in the personal histories and choices of the individuals involved.
The larger sections of the book dragged in spots but the last 50-70 pages narrowed down considerably, hurtling toward an incredibly tense conclusion. Murray is a talented writer but he could use a bit of editing. Of course, this novel is not for everyone but I came down on the positive side and would cautiously recommend it.
Wow, what a fantastic novel! The book has four different members of a rural Irish family each relate their story in turn, picking up where the last one left off. Each character seems as first to be fairly worthless and making terrible decisions. As their
It is my first time reading Paul Murray, and I was really not sure whether I would be able to finish a book of around 600 pages. The narrator's voice was amazing and crystal clear.
Life is difficult, and we try to plan things according to our understanding. But what fate has in reserve for us can be totally different. The whole plot revolves around this single concept. If you love slow plots, then definitely the book is not to be missed. Definitely, the book deserves 5 stars.
*Book #148/340 I have read of the shortlisted Morning News Tournament of Books
I most enjoyed the sections from the daughter, Cass. Dickie was annoying and I never
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