Download Ebook Disturbance, by Jamie O'Neill
By downloading and install the online Disturbance, By Jamie O'Neill book here, you will obtain some advantages not to go for the book establishment. Just link to the net as well as begin to download the page web link we discuss. Currently, your Disturbance, By Jamie O'Neill prepares to delight in reading. This is your time and your calmness to acquire all that you really want from this publication Disturbance, By Jamie O'Neill
Disturbance, by Jamie O'Neill
Download Ebook Disturbance, by Jamie O'Neill
Disturbance, By Jamie O'Neill. Modification your behavior to put up or waste the time to only talk with your friends. It is done by your everyday, don't you really feel bored? Now, we will show you the new practice that, really it's a very old behavior to do that can make your life a lot more qualified. When feeling tired of always chatting with your close friends all free time, you can find the book qualify Disturbance, By Jamie O'Neill then read it.
Why need to be this e-book Disturbance, By Jamie O'Neill to check out? You will certainly never ever get the understanding and also experience without obtaining by on your own there or trying on your own to do it. For this reason, reading this e-book Disturbance, By Jamie O'Neill is required. You could be great as well as correct sufficient to obtain just how important is reading this Disturbance, By Jamie O'Neill Even you constantly read by commitment, you could support on your own to have reading book behavior. It will be so useful and enjoyable then.
But, how is the means to obtain this publication Disturbance, By Jamie O'Neill Still puzzled? It matters not. You can take pleasure in reading this book Disturbance, By Jamie O'Neill by on the internet or soft file. Simply download and install guide Disturbance, By Jamie O'Neill in the link supplied to see. You will certainly obtain this Disturbance, By Jamie O'Neill by online. After downloading and install, you can conserve the soft data in your computer system or device. So, it will alleviate you to review this publication Disturbance, By Jamie O'Neill in certain time or location. It might be not exactly sure to appreciate reviewing this publication Disturbance, By Jamie O'Neill, considering that you have great deals of work. Yet, with this soft file, you can delight in reviewing in the leisure also in the gaps of your works in office.
Once again, checking out practice will consistently give useful benefits for you. You could not have to spend often times to review guide Disturbance, By Jamie O'Neill Just reserved several times in our spare or downtimes while having meal or in your workplace to read. This Disturbance, By Jamie O'Neill will reveal you brand-new point that you could do now. It will help you to enhance the quality of your life. Event it is simply an enjoyable e-book Disturbance, By Jamie O'Neill, you can be healthier and much more fun to appreciate reading.
Nilus Moore, a young Irish boy, lives with his father in their decaying, shambolic house. Haunted by the death of his mother, he escapes the chaos outside in the refuge of his room where he plays obsessively with an enormous matt-black jigsaw, its orderly perfection an answer to his loss. His garlic-chewing father has taken to his bed with a bottle of brandy, oblivious of his own brother's plans to demolish his already crumbling house. As the rest of his world seems to tumble around him, Nilus has to struggle to keep his home - and his sanity - from falling apart.
- Sales Rank: #3314964 in Books
- Published on: 2003-09-01
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 7.80" h x .63" w x 5.08" l,
- Binding: Paperback
- 240 pages
From Publishers Weekly
Nilus, protagonist of this mordant psychological tale, finds his world falling down around his ears. After his mother dies, his sickly, eccentric father gets embroiled in a battle with his uncle, an ex-socialist turned wealthy businessman who is trying to demolish their run-down house and neighborhood to make room for an office development. To block it all out, Nilus develops an obsessive-compulsive complex, fixating on chipped crockery and bedsheet creases, and continually scrambling and remaking a featureless black jigsaw puzzle, as if by rectifying tiny elements of disorder he can escape the larger chaos of life. As Nilus's longing for meaningful pattern degenerates from a droll disdain for human messiness into dark hallucination, he uncomprehendingly absorbs the Irish conflict between a comforting if rigid mythic and revolutionary past and a disillusioned, prosaic present. Published now in America in the wake of his well-received At Swim, Two Boys, O'Neill's debut is less accomplished than that later work. His gifts for quirky characters and witty, evocative language are only sporadically present in the somewhat slack narrative. Nilus's rather schematically drawn psychopathology is indebted to precursors from Norman Bates to John Fowles's The Collector, and his story lapses into trite gothic melodrama.
Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
From Booklist
After the resounding success of O'Neill's masterful At Swim, Two Boys (2002), Scribner has lost no time in bringing out the author's early work. First up was the mad comedy Kilbrack [BKL Ja 1 & 15 04], followed by this much odder novel. Following the death of his meticulous mother, 14-year-old Nilus Moore becomes obsessed with order, putting together a 50,000-piece, all-black jigsaw puzzle and obsessively checking the folds of his sheets. His flighty father proves to be of little help, endlessly quoting from his Teach Yourself Psychology books and giving in to his fleeting enthusiasms, including chewing garlic and reciting the rosary. When Nilus' uncle shuts down the family business and cuts off their funds, Nilus' father is forced to let out rooms in their shambling, squalid house; the first tenants are a child molester and a blind beggar. Rife with murky symbolism, the novel gradually reveals Nilus as an unreliable narrator, culminating in a shocker of an ending. Somewhat disjointed, with only flashes of mordant humor, this will draw O'Neill's new fans, but it may baffle them. Joanne Wilkinson
Copyright © American Library Association. All rights reserved
Review
"The story is populated by quirky characters and is told in language relished as much for its idiomatic sound as its verisimilitude."-- "Irish Times"
Most helpful customer reviews
8 of 9 people found the following review helpful.
Impressive
By F. Webb
I decided to read "Disturbance" having very much enjoyed Jamie O'Neill's later more well-known novel, At Swim, Two Boys. Reading a good author's early works, I'm never certain whether to expect more gold or merely an interesting artifact of the author's personal growth.
In "Disturbance" I think I found both. It is a much shorter novel, concentrating on smaller events and fewer characters, but the more limited scope of this story is executed hauntingly. The author has a talent for getting the reader to share the experience of his characters, and he uses that talent beautifully here. Nilus is lost and isolated after his mother's death, living in a crumbling house with his distant father. As he works to lose himself in petty distractions the reader shares his distraction, confusion and inability to interact naturally with others.
I would say that "At Swim, Two Boys" is still the more polished masterwork, but "Disturbance" is still a deeply impressive novel - easily worth a five-star rating.
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful.
Not Two Boys -- But Then...What Other Book Is?
By Buzz Stephens
This is not Jamie's best work. "At Swim Two Boys" deserves that rank. Still, it is a good short novel. The story (of a very strange boy) held my interest, and the writing is excellent. The ending did come as quite a surprise...and shock! At my age (73), I hope I live long enough to read many more books by this not nearly prolific enough writer.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful.
not as good as his later work
By Mr. D. P. Jay
We chose this book after having voted the author's `At Swim Two Boys' one of our favourites. Most of us, however, were disappointed with this book. The author writes well but the story was irritating and didn't flow.
All the characters are Irish stereotypes and the story becomes ever more bizarre. Is the boy fourteen or sixteen? Did his mother die recently or during labour? Are the characters real or are they merely inside the by's head as he descends into a mental breakdown?
Nilus uses his bedroom as a refuge and behaves ion an OCD manner with his sheets, pyjamas and jigsaw, which has a piece missing on the day his mother died. The dresser in the kitchen is a shrine to his mother and the boy is very anxious then there is a cup with a chip at the front.
He is very detached from others: I didn't like our street. Our street made me nervous. It sort of depressed me. I never spent a moment longer in it than was absolutely necessary. It was full of low cottages without gardens. The front doors led straight on to the street. Sometimes they left the doors open. And then you'd have to see wallpaper and things, smell other people's cooking. I could do without snatches of these neighbours' lives. They were the sort of places tradesmen-like people lived in.
He worries: needless to say, I had difficulty sleeping that night. I kept worrying I might fall into a coma in the night and wake up buried deep in the dark and dread of my extremity. Then it got worse. I worried my mother hadn't really died at all, but had fallen to a deep slumber. Even now, this night, more than a year after, she might be turning slightly in her sleep, moaning softly. She would wake up. She would wake up and her fingers would stretch out and they would touch against something unexpected, velvety, soft. It was too dark to see, she felt about blindly, touching at first, then crushing her fingers. But everywhere she touched there was only the soft, half-satin, half-velvet confinement. Or dirt. Dirt had got in. She hated dirt. It would drive her frantic, sensing the dirt around her, near her mouth, maybe, trickling up her nose. And she couldn't move. And in her desperation, she turned her mouth to her arm, the beautiful soft skin of her arm, the milk skin she was so proud of, soft like a kitten's fur, she called it. And she forced her mouth to open, with her pearly perfect teeth, but, before she would bite, she creaked her gaze towards me, all pain and reproach, but her eyes weren't there, were eaten away, just sockets in her skull, and she said, 'Why, Nilus? Why did you finish the jigsaw?
I rearranged the drawstring on my pyjama bottoms, found my dressing-gown and slippers. I turned on every light on the way down. It would've annoyed my mother -- 'the Christmas tree', she used call the house. 'Have we shares in the Electricity Board?' -- But I could do without the dark, tonight.
I put the kettle on. I sat down at the table, in front of the dresser. I didn't want to look at it, but it fought for my attention. I'd left the dresser, when my mother finally died, exactly as she had left it. All chipped, cracked, rubbly. I'd known then that nothing could preserve my world from the chaos of her departure. Everything would end. The dresser was her shrine now, as in life it had been the altar to the orderliness of our home.
He dislikes disruption to his daily routine: I didn't know what all the fuss was about. I was quite capable of looking after myself. I always cooked the meals at home. The one time, after my mother's death, that my father tried his hand in the kitchen, I'd been served up something virescent.
I had a feeling that everything was out of control, or that I had no control over anything any more.
He likes the same menu every week.
He is obsessed with bringing some sort of order to his increasingly chaotic life: All those pieces crying out for arrangement, for order. To be something.
Does he have Asperger's Syndrome? In a sex lesson he misunderstands `temple' -is he taking it literally or has he simply not heard of the metaphor before?
What is it with the exhibitionism before Fr. Mucahy?
His use of triplications isn't so unusual. Other intelligent teenagers do it, e.g. in the play Bar Mitzvah Boy.
His Father has a thing about nudity. He only baths once a week, though that was normal in Britain just before that time. The house is falling to bits he takes Nilus to daily mass, usually arriving late (or is this Nilus's need for routine and perfectionism?).
The Teacher isn't very pastorally minded: You're a loner - and he is grateful not to have any further conversation.
The Uncle claims to be a socialist: I'm all for looking after the workers. Of course I am. I'm a Labour man, myself. I'll see them all right. Naturally I will. But not here. Not in these shambles. Sure, they'd have me up for rack-renting, housing a miserable mongrel in this old street. No matter what your father says.'
I've bailed him out enough times now. I'm not made of money. I've played banker to his follies long enough. The deeds are mine. Call it underhand he may, but that's business. It's a prime site this.' He was climbing into his car.
God knows, we're all entitled to a dream or two. I was quite a fighter in those days, you know. We were all going to change the world. And we believed it. Meetings, rallies, shouting down rivals at factory gates, slogans. The whole shooting gallery.'
It's not easy when you have a wife and a baby daughter to support. You can't eat pamphlets, as she used say.
Fr. Mulcahy is like the stereotypical alcoholic priest in Fr. Ted. He says he is in a hurry because it is the 20th Century.
A 'minority report' from a member who missed the discussion is more positive: This is such a funny (ha ha) and sympathetic book that the horror which eventually emerges is all the more frightening and unsettling. The first-person narration vividly inhabits the mind of a teenage boy, Nilus/Niall, and the reader is invited to empathize with his off-beat perspective from the outset. O'Neill is a wonderfully skilful writer, and his ability to present Nilus' humorous observation of other people's foibles comes across initially as engaging as a sort of Irish Catcher in the Rye. The adolescent psyche is almost by definition a bit disturbed, but often very sweetly affecting as well, and that sweetness is beautifully present in Nilus. It is, then, all the more horrifying to discover that the mind that we have been empathizing with is so very much more disturbed than we at first thought. For my part, I was more than three quarters of the way through the novel before I realised what was going on. Reading in the small hours, it was actually a frightening moment and one that will stay with me for some time. And that, I think, is a measure of the strength of this novel. Its presentation of a seriously disturbed mind is evocative and distressingly powerful.
Disturbance, by Jamie O'Neill PDF
Disturbance, by Jamie O'Neill EPub
Disturbance, by Jamie O'Neill Doc
Disturbance, by Jamie O'Neill iBooks
Disturbance, by Jamie O'Neill rtf
Disturbance, by Jamie O'Neill Mobipocket
Disturbance, by Jamie O'Neill Kindle
Tidak ada komentar:
Posting Komentar