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Spill Simmer Falter Wither ❴PDF / Epub❵ ☃ Spill Simmer Falter Wither Author Sara Baume – Natus-physiotherapy.co.uk You find me on a Tuesday, on my Tuesday trip to town You re sellotaped to the inside pane of the jumble shop window A photograph of your mangled face and underneath an appeal for a COMPASSIONATE AND T You find me on a Tuesday, on my Tuesday trip to town Spill Simmer eBook ñ You re sellotaped to the inside pane of the jumble shop window A photograph of your mangled face and underneath an appeal for a COMPASSIONATE AND TOLERANT OWNER A PERSON WITHOUT OTHER PETS WITHOUT CHILDREN UNDER FOURA misfit man finds a misfit dog Ray, aged fifty seven, too old for starting over, too young for giving up , and One Eye, a vicious little bugger, smaller than expected, a good ratter Both are accustomed to being alone, unloved, outcast but they quickly find in each other a strange companionship of sorts As spring turns to summer, their relationship grows and intensifies, until a savage act forces them to abandon the precarious life they d established, and take to the road.


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  1. Elyse Walters Elyse Walters says:

    This is a very sad dark story..with gorgeous descriptive writing A man, Ray , and a dog One Eye , have both been abused They both have disabilities They both are angry They both are lonely They both live with fearThey are each other s whole world their only companion..there are circumstances for this Until One Eye a stray dog with only one eye who stumbles and falls as balance has affected his sight , Ray age 57 had never had a pet his entire life bigger than a Kiwi frui This is a very sad dark story..with gorgeous descriptive writing A man, Ray , and a dog One Eye , have both been abused They both have disabilities They both are angry They both are lonely They both live with fearThey are each other s whole world their only companion..there are circumstances for this Until One Eye a stray dog with only one eye who stumbles and falls as balance has affected his sight , Ray age 57 had never had a pet his entire life bigger than a Kiwi fruit Ray talks, talks and talks to One Eye describing the bird walk, the flowerbeds, the picnic benches, the ponds, the weeds, the hornets, the local residents, the High and low sea tides, etc He is aware that his dog isn t exactly obedient.and doesn t always listen Sometimes Ray asks his dog questions, but mostly it s a one way conversation Ray shares about his childhood Oh it s sad He talks about his father Its even sadder It s a good time for readers to contemplate pause let our own minds digest the input fill in our own thoughts For example Ray s father only acknowledged one Birthday when Ray was turning 10 They went to the Zoo in the rain There is nothing sadder than a rainy Zoo, or Wildlife park Also Ray s father didn t teach him to drive until he was 40 years of age As the reader I needed time to think about all Ray was telling us about his father and just how bad things were Ray shares about his dreams throughout this story some were disturbingand violent I literally cringed over a dream about a badger s.at times THE PROSE PULLED ME IN TO RE READ PHRASES as they were STUNNING..RAY LOVED One Eye One Eye loved Ray everything else..just might be Cowboys and Indians The blurb says just enough.sharing how on a routine drive to town Ray and One Eye come to be together Truthfully it s enough to know if you want to read this book There are many outstanding reviews I read A DOZEN They are each deeply touching I can t recommend them each highly enough They added to my reading experience These are the twelve reviews by other community members which moved me Carol, Cheri, Diane Barnes, Emer, Rebecca, Jill, Bonnie Brody, Roger Brunyate, Peter Boyle, Mike W, Robert Blumenthal, and Kasa Cotugno THERE ARE MORE but thank you to the above people Lovely reviews The title of this book represents the seasons Spill SpringSimmer SummerFalter Fall Wither Winter Lastand this may be silly but a few times while reading this book I started to hum a song it started after Ray shared about his father humming when he was a child The song I was humming was Joni Mitchell s The Circle Game Hum or Sing along And the seasons they go round and And the painted ponies go up and down We re captive on the carousel of time We can t return we can only look Behind from where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game


  2. Will Byrnes Will Byrnes says:

    You re Sellotaped to the inside pane of the jumble shop window A photograph of your mangled face and underneath an appeal for a COMPASSIONATE TOLERANT OWNER A PERSON WITHOUT OTHER PETS WITHOUT CHILDREN UNDER FOUR The notice shares street facing space with a sheepskin overcoat, a rubberwood tambourine, a stiffed wigeon and a calligraphy set The overcoat s sagged and the tambourine s punctured The wigeon s trickling sawdust and the calligraphy set s likely to be missing inks or nibs o You re Sellotaped to the inside pane of the jumble shop window A photograph of your mangled face and underneath an appeal for a COMPASSIONATE TOLERANT OWNER A PERSON WITHOUT OTHER PETS WITHOUT CHILDREN UNDER FOUR The notice shares street facing space with a sheepskin overcoat, a rubberwood tambourine, a stiffed wigeon and a calligraphy set The overcoat s sagged and the tambourine s punctured The wigeon s trickling sawdust and the calligraphy set s likely to be missing inks or nibs or paper, almost certainly the instruction leaflet There s something sad about the jumble shop, but I like it I like how it s a tiny refuge of imperfection I always stop to gawp at the window display and it always makes me feel a little less horrible, less strange You are unsettled tonight, Mouse I wonder why that is Come, let me wrap my arm around you and scratch your tiny head No Not ready for that OK Well, how about I tell you about this book I just read Go ahead, hop down to the floor It s ok You re not ready for holding just now As for this book, there s a man, Ray He s 57 Too old for starting over, too young to give up, he says He has had a very sad life His mother died when he was a baby, so he never knew it was usual to have two parents He had only his factory worker Da, who not only raised him alone, he raised Ray away from other children Practically as a shut in Children in this rustic waterfront part of Ireland were cruel to Ray, teased him, tormented him I guess his father thought that Ray, who was not the sharpest tool in the shed, would manage better at home than hassled at school But it was a lonely life Sara Baume image from The Irish Times Are you listening, Mouse I see your ears are still pointing up and forward, so I suppose you are Ready to come back up No not yet Ok I will try to tell you about this in as soft a voice as I can So, one day Ray is out in town and sees a sign in a store window with a photograph of a dog in need of a home Do you remember when you used to live on the street It was only for a short time We found you when you were soooo tiny But this dog that Ray found was not a baby like you were He was a full grown pooch, who had seen some difficult times He might have been a young aggressive dog, but he could have been an old one too We don t really know He had even lost an eye Ray thinks he had been trained to go after badgers, and that a badger had gotten the better of him But Ray sees something of himself in the dog, something less than beautiful, not like you, Mouse You are soft and gorgeous So he brings him home and calls him One Eye It gives him someone to talk to, at least And maybe somethingPeople talk to their pets for all sorts of reasons But Ray talked to One Eye because he had no one else In this book, Ray tells One Eye all about his life, how he had lived with his father for most of it, and alone ever since his father passed It is a pretty unusual thing in a novel, Mouse, for someone to spend all, or most of the book anyway, talking to someone else Quite the challenge But it works pretty well here, I thought Of course, One Eye may be a good companion, but, like Ray, he was not the best schooled Has issues with attacking You don t know about that sort of attacking, Mouse When you pounce on and wrestle with your brother, Dash, biting and clawing, wrestling, and rolling over each other, it is all in fun Not with One Eye He does not seem to know how to behave around others This makes things a bit tough for Ray People tend to get upset when dogs are not well trained.Ray does not think much of himself He thinks he looks like a troll Here is how he describes himself I ll try to read it to you in an Irish accent I m a boulder of a man Shabbily dressed and sketchily bearded Steamrolled features and iron filing stubble When I stand still, I stoop, weighted down by my own lump of fear When I move, my clodhopper feet and mismeasured legs make me pitch and clump My callused kneecaps pop in and out of my shredded jeans and my hands flail gracelessly, stupidly Oh, that is such a big yawn Are you ready to come up Yes Great Here, I will cross my skinny legs and make a lap for you I ve already told you the story, or at least as much as I can without giving too much away Did I tell you that the story takes place in Ireland I did Oh, ok The lady who wrote it, Sara Baume, is half Irish Her father is English And her mother is Irish They met while he was working in Ireland The family moved back and forth, but Ms Baume knows the place I like talking to you, Mouse But not because I am lonely I have my Sweetie and all your brothers and sisters I even get out of the house once in a while And there are scads of people I can talk to through the computer or on the phone But I do enjoy your attention I like the way you watch my face while I talk to you And I love the way your eyelids slowly droop until you are asleep It reminds me of when I used to read to my human children at night I wonder what thoughts scamper through your tiny brain I bet if you lived outside you would take in all the sights and scents in the world you lived in Ray does this as well He does get outside, goes to town, to shops, to the beach He may not be well educated, but he is not without his interests He was taught to read by a neighbor, and developed a fondness for flora He can rattle off the names of every sort of plant you could see in that part of the world Ray marks the seasons by noting what plants are doing, which ones are blooming, wilting, changing shape and color It is a remarkable skill and he tells us what he sees of nature all through the book Here is an example See the signs of summer, of the tepid seasons starting their handover with subtle ceremony Now the forest floor is swamped by bluebells, the celandine squeezed from sight See how the bells hover above the ground, like an earth hugging lilac mist Now the oak, ash, hazle and birch are bulked with newly born leaves, still moist and creased from the crush of their buds The barley is up to my kneecaps and already it s outgrown you As we crest the brow of the hill each day, you are shrouded in green blades It occurs to me, Mouse, that you have been living with us for about a year which is a lovely coincidence, as Ms Baume s story about Ray and One Eye covers a single year too She made up names for the seasons, and used those as the title for the book, and a way to divvy the book up into four parts Throughout it all, Ray describes the seasonal changes he sees We get to see Ray long enough to get a sense of what sort of person he is He is far from perfect, even in what seems like his innocence So, like a lot of us Even you, Mouse, I see you sometimes lurking on a chair, the better to swat at brothers and sisters who might be passing below I have seen you be unkind to siblings who joined the family after you One Eye has some issues as well,dramatic ones than you Ray can be unkind, as well But mostly he is sad, and fearful.There is a bit of mystery going on here as well Just how did Ray s Da die And how was that handled by local officials Also, we wonder what happened to Ray s mother Did she die in childbirth What secrets are kept in rooms of the house that Ray never enters How did it come to be that Ray s father was raising him alone Overall, though, Mouse, this is a bit of a love story Two lost souls finding and binding with each other, struggling to make ends meet, to survive, but feeling a closeness neither had experienced for a very long time, if ever Oh, you are almost asleep One last stretch Spread those claws, Go ahead now, curl up, right there in the crook of my left arm You fit there as if you had been custom designed for the space There was one thing I thought was not really successful in the book Ms Baume tries to tell us about One Eye s take on things by giving Ray dreams in which he imagines himself as One Eye It just seemed forced, and not needed Even Ms Baume has admitted she s had second thoughts about including those parts Before you are totally asleep, Mouse, I need to let you know that Ms Baume trained to be an artist, and it was a bit of a surprise that she wound up writing a novel But one thing about artists who write is that they bring an amazing visual sense to their writing, and she does that here It reminded me of another book by an author who is mostly a visual artist, The Night Circus Totally different content, of course, but very strong visual sense If you could not already tell, my little sweet, I quite loved this book It has a lot of pain and a lot of sadness in it It is both funny at times and heartbreaking But like another book that shows a very dark time, The Road, it lets us in on the love, the connection between two spirits If any reader is not moved by this book, they must be bolted in place I cried at the end It is simply a beautiful, beautiful book Not as beautiful as you, Mouse, but then, what could be Review posted 10 27 2017Published 2 1 2015 EXTRA STUFFIf Sara Baume can be reached directly on line it is news to me Interviews The Guardian 2 18 17 Sara Baume I always wanted to be an art monster by Alex Clark she hit upon the character of Ray, in Spill Simmer Falter Wither, as a way of avoiding dialogue, because, she says, she didn t want to get the voices of Irish people wrong I m like, I need someone who s not going to talk much, and who s going to live very much in his own head And so the way he speaks comes about from the radio and from the television and from the book Her caution at depicting Irish voices is striking, and derives from her dual heritage Her English father came to Ireland to lay gas pipelines, and met her mother, an archaeologist, while they were both in the ground They moved to England for a while, doing the same work, moving around a lot and living in a caravan her elder sister was born in Surrey and she was born in Wigan, because that just happened to be where the caravan was parked The family moved back to west Cork when Baume was a baby, but a sense of being from two places has persisted The Irish Times 2 12 15 Sara Baume I actually hate writing It s really hard by Sinead Gleesopn The dog was the starting pointthe dog in the book is my dog, who is a rescue dog with one eye and he s a real last chance saloon dog He has caused us a lot of trouble he s bitten people and I ve paid them off to stop him being put down With the narrator, I wanted him to be an older man, and to be afraid of innocuous things, so he s frightened of children and he doesn t have normal social skills He s slightly based on a man who I see where I live, who walks up and down the seashore I wanted to create a character who wasn t fully me, but partially me, who encapsulated things that I felt NPR 3 17 16 For A Young Irish Artist And Author, Words Are Anchored In Images by Lynn Neary Before she was a writer, Sara Baume set out to be a visual artist First and foremost I see I see the world and then I describe it she says I don t know another way to write I always anchor everything in an image The Times Literary Supplement 2 13 17 Twenty Questions with Sara BaumeFor any interested in a visual of Mouse, you might check here Try to ignore the troll seated behind her


  3. Doug H - On Hiatus Doug H - On Hiatus says:

    Beware of Novel If you re looking for a feel good man and dog love story, back away slowly and keep on looking On the other hand, if you re looking for a quiet character study that is dense with poetic language, detailed imagery and a feeling of slowly snowballing dread, look no further Don t say I didn t warn you, though This one might just bite your heart out.I knew going in that this novel might destroy me because our beautiful furkid Sara an extremely smart Sheltie Border Collie with mor Beware of Novel If you re looking for a feel good man and dog love story, back away slowly and keep on looking On the other hand, if you re looking for a quiet character study that is dense with poetic language, detailed imagery and a feeling of slowly snowballing dread, look no further Don t say I didn t warn you, though This one might just bite your heart out.I knew going in that this novel might destroy me because our beautiful furkid Sara an extremely smart Sheltie Border Collie withthan a few social issues and with whom I was almost literally attached at the hip died a few months ago and I m still greiving So, I put on my best emotional armor before I began reading I looked for faults with the writing and the story as I went along in order to steel myself against further grief And, I did find a few faults Not many, but enough to keep me feeling fairly strong for the first two sections The entire story is presented in the voice of the borderline autistic narrator talking at his dog and this second person POV got on my nerves a bit in the beginning However, I quickly adjusted to it and grew to like it quite a lotNow you know the slightest of sights and sounds which indicate I m preparing to eat Your know the curt compression of air which signals the opening of the fridge, the click of the cupboard s magnet,the whirr of the spring loaded drawer You know the screech of spatula against the base of a margarine carton, and you know this means it s ready for you to slather out You know, when I eat an apple with a pairing knife, the exact angle my hand takes when I pare a piece especially to toss to you Also, the writing is so lyric, so fully laden with alliteration and lilting prosody that it almost became too much for me Almost Most of the time I fully admired it for its very unique and very Irish sing songishnessMy thoughts are rancorous, ruinous They throng through me like a shoal of sharp, silver sprat whenever the outer noises aren t loud or plenty enough to keep them at bay, to keep them out of the bay, the bay of my brain Long story short my armor totally failed me I stopped searching for faults and became fully invested I let this beautiful novel sink its sad teeth into me And yes, it hurt A lot I ve cried over books before, but I think wailing out loud might be a first for me I sure hope our neighbors were still sleeping when I finished it this morning I d especially recommend this to fans of The Curious Incident of The Dog in The Nighttime and The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry It s not directly related, but there are some similarities character wise in the former and plot wise in the latter You ll know what I mean if you ve read all three I d also recommend it to dog lovers in general.What a ballsy and beautiful debut 5 stars


  4. Always Pouting Always Pouting says:

    Ray has grown old, and hasn t had an easy life He ends up taking in a dog, One Eye, who like him is old and worn down, both abused and angry at life Ray who is lonely and isolated begins to confide in One Eye about his life, and feels that the dog can understand him, both of them having been disregarded by others, looking for a place where they can feel safe and loved The writing was a little bit disorienting to get into but after I got into the rhythm of the book it worked pretty well The s Ray has grown old, and hasn t had an easy life He ends up taking in a dog, One Eye, who like him is old and worn down, both abused and angry at life Ray who is lonely and isolated begins to confide in One Eye about his life, and feels that the dog can understand him, both of them having been disregarded by others, looking for a place where they can feel safe and loved The writing was a little bit disorienting to get into but after I got into the rhythm of the book it worked pretty well The story is one that really heart wrenching and it did get to me, I totally cried because I can t stand people being treated badly I just had slight reservations about the book because I feel like it was just balancing on the edge of trying to hard because of the way it s written and the story line I just can t exactly explain why but it left me with a feeling like the author was trying to manipulate me emotionally and it worked out but it just as easily could ve made me irritatedthan anything else


  5. Cheri Cheri says:

    At fifty seven, Ray is an outsider, mostly unseen by the people who dwell in his small town He has a bit of a hump on his back, and an uneven gate, can manage to get by on his own most days in most ways, but he s really an innocent when it comes to life skills, other than perhaps reading He reads, books in his father s house, books from the bookmobile when he feels he can safely enter and be left alone Books are his friends, his conversations on a somewhat daily basis limited to basic pleasan At fifty seven, Ray is an outsider, mostly unseen by the people who dwell in his small town He has a bit of a hump on his back, and an uneven gate, can manage to get by on his own most days in most ways, but he s really an innocent when it comes to life skills, other than perhaps reading He reads, books in his father s house, books from the bookmobile when he feels he can safely enter and be left alone Books are his friends, his conversations on a somewhat daily basis limited to basic pleasantries uttered by the local shopkeepers Better those than the looks he receives from others His father is gone now, and Ray has always thought of his father s house as his mother, he has known no other On a Tuesday, Ray finds a photograph of a dog with his face mangled taped to the window with a plea for a new owner, someone who is compassionate and tolerant, with no other pets or young children And so Ray brings this new companion home christens him OneEye or ONEEYE as his tag reads, and they begin their new life together in this tired seaside town Two outcasts bonded As their bond deepens, and after several mishaps, they set out on the road, driven away from home by those that perceive them as a threat, and haven t the compassion to see the calamities and misfortunes that have plagued them.They both seek a place in this world without fear, a home where they are not shunned, teased or tormented, and together they wander on their journey, and find a kind of peace, andTheir isolation throughout this journey is tangible, and though the tale often seems darkly desperate, as their bond grows as though their souls were one As their journey goes on, days, weeks, months spent eating, sleeping, driving from place to place in their car, Ray shares his stories with his dog, until every secret is slowly unveiled Beautifully told, lovely prose I loved this book, and I love my dogs, but this is not a book that I would classify as a dog book or a book for dog lovers, per se It s about two rejected souls who find each other, and in finding each other, find peace, at last My thanks to Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, NetGalley and especially to Sara Baume for providing me with an Advanced Copy to read


  6. Carol Carol says:

    Beautifully written debut novel about two social outcasts a man and his one eyed dog I m a YUUUGE dog lover, and I usually avoid dog stories Most often they break my heart This elegant story was melancholy, pensive and at times, certainly heart wrenching Even so, I loved this sad tale that confirmed for me the significance of our cherished pets There are already many lovely reviews of this story on Goodreads I would only be repetitious I will just encourage you to read this moving, Iris Beautifully written debut novel about two social outcasts a man and his one eyed dog I m a YUUUGE dog lover, and I usually avoid dog stories Most often they break my heart This elegant story was melancholy, pensive and at times, certainly heart wrenching Even so, I loved this sad tale that confirmed for me the significance of our cherished pets There are already many lovely reviews of this story on Goodreads I would only be repetitious I will just encourage you to read this moving, Irish book It has been nominated for several awards including, the Costa First Novel Award 2015 and the Guardian First Book Award 2015


  7. Hugh Hugh says:

    Sara Baume is another talented and original young Irish writer Her second novel A Line Made by Walking, which was nominated for the Goldsmiths Prize, was one of my favourite books of the year, and this one is almost as good, and a very impressive first novel I must admit that I approached it with a little trepidation books about lonely people s relationships with their dogs can easily become syrupy and sentimental, but there is no danger of that here if anything my only criticism is that i Sara Baume is another talented and original young Irish writer Her second novel A Line Made by Walking, which was nominated for the Goldsmiths Prize, was one of my favourite books of the year, and this one is almost as good, and a very impressive first novel I must admit that I approached it with a little trepidation books about lonely people s relationships with their dogs can easily become syrupy and sentimental, but there is no danger of that here if anything my only criticism is that it is too bleak, particularly in the relentless final section Wither.The book splits neatly into four sections that reflect the seasons In the first, Spill, the narrator takes an unwanted and sometimes vicious dog from a rescue centre The dog is scarred by its previous experiences being used in badger baiting, and the narrator names it One Eye for obvious reasons It is soon apparent that the narrator is also a disturbed loner, whose only human relationship in adulthood was with his now deceased father, whose house he still inhabits The narrator is never named, except by inference from his early introductionI m fifty seven Too old for starting over, too young for giving up And my name is the same word as for sun beams, as for winged and boneless sharksAt first they bond and appear to be heading for some form of redemption, but One Eye has an uncontrollable instinct to attack other dogs on sight By the end of the second section Simmer, they are forced to flee on a desperate road trip to avoid the prospect of One Eye being destroyed by the authorities.What spares this from being desperately bleak is the quality of the language, the nuanced portraits of both the human and the canine characters, its dark humour, and Baume s eye for natural detail though like A Line Made By Walking this book dwells on road kill Highly recommended, but be warned, this is no romantic feel good story and is not a book for the faint hearted


  8. Jaline Jaline says:

    This book is a story yet it isof a journey It is a journey that will make you pause, over and over again, to contemplate the perceptions that are laid out like little gifts overflowing onto the pages from a Christmas stocking too small to hold them all.This book is not for speed reading and if you cannot savor the pace of watching leaves unfolding on deciduous trees on the first sunny day after a cool Spring, this book will not work for you.The man sees an ad in a window for a one eyed d This book is a story yet it isof a journey It is a journey that will make you pause, over and over again, to contemplate the perceptions that are laid out like little gifts overflowing onto the pages from a Christmas stocking too small to hold them all.This book is not for speed reading and if you cannot savor the pace of watching leaves unfolding on deciduous trees on the first sunny day after a cool Spring, this book will not work for you.The man sees an ad in a window for a one eyed dog and after picking him up, he names him Oneeye He tells the dog that his own name means a sun beam but he doesn t feel he deserves it and says it isn t important Ray is fifty seven and he introduces Oneeye to the home he shared with his father until his father died Throughout the book, he relays to Oneeye his stories, his ideas, and gives voice to all the things they see and experience togetherAnd now I address it all to you You who never spoke anyway You who misunderstands almost everything I describe the things we pass even though nothing is interesting, even though I ve already mentioned it several times over, even though I know now I sound like the imbecile Ray recalls reading a fairy story about goats and a troll under the bridge He describes to Oneeye the picture showing the troll and how, at that moment of looking, he saw himself and felt kinship with the troll He becomes aware that his own sense of social isolation and fear are exacerbated by Oneeye s presence because Oneeye has his own memories of cruelty and what he must do to prevent pain and that is to hunt and kill He was never taught to differentiate between prey and not prey so except for his human, his attack instinct is always near the surface.This leads to an incident where Ray s fears become a reality he cannot allow to happen and they run away with the car carrying extra gas, drums of water for cleaning, and other necessities that Ray has listed in his mind As they travel, Ray continues his monologue of stories from the past and observations of where they are in the presentNow, I m gabbling, I m sorry I catch sight of you in the rearview mirror You re watching the side of my face as I speak Head tilted left, you look perplexed I know you don t understand, and so I bellow a sentence made up entirely of your words The incidents they encounter on their months long journey are mostly mundane, but they are made magical in the way Ray sees things and explains them to Oneeye There are also times when people have tried to get too close or have attempted to reach out, but Ray s fear of people and of perhaps losing Oneeye prevent him from being able to meet them half waySSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH, I tell you, even though I know you can t grasp what form of command this reptilian hissing is supposed to be You throw me a glance and I wonder if you re checking to see if I m punctured Thus, their isolation continues and yet the world of Ray s mind is so rich and full of knowledge and his own special way of looking at things that you keep hoping that someone will find their way through At one point, Ray recognizes that he would love to have human companionship again and begins to imagine it out loud to OneeyeBut it s too late, I m sorry Now I have no idea how things begin, nor how to know that they are safe, nor how to show strangers that we are safe, too This is a story that can set fire to complacency, to bigotry, and to concepts of some people being better than other people or worse than other people It is a story that can help us to change our ideas about what goes on in someone else s head based on how they look or smell.This is a story that can help us open our hearts tocompassion toward those who are different Ray was not an angel, but for all we know he could have been and who would be foolish enough to turn their back on an angel just because they looked like a troll


  9. Sandra Sandra says:

    I m afraid, I thinkthan anything, of losing youHere is a book that made me shed a tear Or two.I kept thinking about my dog who passed away seven months ago He was my baby, as far as you can call a 100 lbs dog one, who followed me everywhere Just like One Eye is inseparable from Ray.And I still miss him terribly But I digressSometimes I see the sadness in you, the same sadness that s in me It s in the way you sigh and stare and hang your head It s in the way you never whI m afraid, I thinkthan anything, of losing youHere is a book that made me shed a tear Or two.I kept thinking about my dog who passed away seven months ago He was my baby, as far as you can call a 100 lbs dog one, who followed me everywhere Just like One Eye is inseparable from Ray.And I still miss him terribly But I digressSometimes I see the sadness in you, the same sadness that s in me It s in the way you sigh and stare and hang your head It s in the way you never wholly let your guard down and take the world I ve given you for granted My sadness isn t a way I feel but a thing trapped inside the walls of my flesh, like a smog It takes the sheen off everything It rolls the world in soot It saps the power from my limbs and presses my back into a stoopRay is an outcast of society, who one day stumbles upon a notice from a dog shelter and decides to adopt the dog after seeing its mangled face on the photo One Eye lost his left eye in a fight with a badger and isn t very sociable either But these two have found their match and soon develop a special bond And as Ray will do everything he can to keep the two of them together, they embark on a journey that will take them to places far away We follow along through Ray s narration to the dog, as he gives his thoughts on the world around them and shares how his life came to beWhere were you last winter I find it hard to picture a time when we were simultaneously alive, yet separate Now you are like a bonus limb Now you are my third leg, an unlimping leg, and I am the eye you lostBeautifully and exquisitely written, you cannot help but fall in love with these two damaged souls and the Irish landscape they travel through Baume uses alliteration and patterns throughout and the sentences turn mellifluous and lyrical You ll follow along with the rhythm of the prose, where you will hear the rolling of the waves and the shrieking of the birds, where you will smell the sea, and taste the salty air And in the end you ll come out all shaken and transformedHe is running, running, running.And it s like no kind of running he s ever run before He s the surge that burst the dam and he s pouring down the hillslope, channelling through the grass to the width of his widest part He s tripping into hoof rucks He s slapping groundsel stems down dead Dandelions and chickweed, nettles and dockThis story is about true friendship, and the devotion between two beings A wonderful debut by Baume and I cannot wait to see what will be nextAnd in this way, the years passed and passed and passed, just the old man and me and then just me and then you, and now usReview copy supplied by publisher through NetGalley in exchange for a rating and or review.


  10. Ron Ron says:

    Although barely revealed in the beginning, Ray is a broken man In many ways he is like a child He lives by the shore in a place full of people, but his view is really like a picture seen through a window Isolated could not begin to describe his life By his own description, he is an ogre Maybe troll is the better word At one point he looks at his favorite picture Three Billy Goats Gruff , and tells his new friend, One Eye, that the troll sitting under the bridge is like himself One Eye is Although barely revealed in the beginning, Ray is a broken man In many ways he is like a child He lives by the shore in a place full of people, but his view is really like a picture seen through a window Isolated could not begin to describe his life By his own description, he is an ogre Maybe troll is the better word At one point he looks at his favorite picture Three Billy Goats Gruff , and tells his new friend, One Eye, that the troll sitting under the bridge is like himself One Eye is very much the same They are two who have found one another The bond is quick and it is sure, but when an incident means the loss of his friend, Ray takes to the road, leaving most everything behind, excepting his friend who has become his existenceI m afraid of losing you, I never expected I could be so stupidly afraid of losing youI was torn by the end of this novel because I was left with a feeling of despair In that moment, I toyed with a rating of three stars There s a reason why I changed my mind A book that leaves me thinking about it for days deservesFrom the moment Ray rescues One Eye, he talks to him That s what this book is It is Ray describing the present in everything they encounter and experience describing his past in small pieces that slowly and inevitably reveal him If the wording were not often beautiful, that continuous description could have been overload The writing is also indirect, like Ray s name which is left to intuit by the reader After finishing, a full day passed before I really came to terms with the story, with what it was telling me Then, I went back and read the last of it again Doing so helped me to understand I guess we just need to do that with some books


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