“You can taste a word.”

- Pearl Bailey

It’s not often I read a book review and am so utterly enthralled by the possibilities lying within that I cannot WAIT to read the book. Such was the case, recently, with a review written by Steven Galloway about Michael Crummey’s latest novel,Galore.

It’s not just the book that caught my attention, it’s the review itself. There is nothing self-serving about Galloway’s account of the book, other than that it serves as an outlet for his genuine excitement about a terrific-sounding addition to the Canadian literary canon. Galloway is clearly in awe of Crummey’s prose style, which he describes as flawless. To wit:

The wind was razor sharp and Mary Tryphena lost all feeling in her hands and feet and her little arse went dunch on the sand while the whale expired in imperceptible increments.”

Yes, that’s ‘dunch.’ Galloway writes:

“There are writers who can send you scowling for a dictionary, and writers who throw you laughing into language. I went to the dictionary only because of this review, and ‘dunch’ wasn’t there. It doesn’t need to be.”

I just love the thought of being thrown laughing into language! There’s plenty more that’s worth reading, just ask my family – I’ve been going about the house reading Galloway’s review aloud to whomever has the misfortune of lying in my path. And now my path has widened to include Dear Reader.

Not only will I rush out to get my hands on Michael Crummey’s Galore, but I think it’s time I had a look at Galloway’s most recent novel. You may have heard of it:The Cellist of Sarajevo.

Michael Crummey and Steven Galloway: two writers with whom I’d love to have tea and a chat someday.

(Until that day comes, I’m happy to accept more submissions to the Lemons contest… I’ve had some great ones!)


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