EXCERPT: All three of the Drumm brothers were at the funeral, although one of us was in the coffin.
Three is an odd number so there had always been two against one, although we all switched sides regularly. Nobody would ever describe us as close.
As the service began, I became tearful. Without ever realising it, I had inherited my mother’s acting abilities. My living brother and I stood, side by side, at the top of the crematorium while people lied to us about what a brilliant man our brother had been, all the usual meaningless cliches.
His death was sudden. Horrific. The investigation was quick and conclusive. I was not a suspect. I had a sense of freedom and relief I hadn’t felt in quite a while. I didn’t expect that this air of serenity would last. But I thought I would enjoy it while it did.
My surviving brother was unreadable to me. Maybe he was thinking of our brother’s smashed and broken body. Still, even he must have known that this outcome was all for the best.
Daisy sat in the pew behind us. She seemed not only to be aware of her surroundings, fidgeting and whispering to herself. I caught my brother’s eye as her babbling became audible and people began to notice. He reached out and asked her to join us. That reaching out of his hand made me shudder momentarily. She seemed to return to reality and moved to stand between us without any argument. We both attempted to put a proprietal arm around her, but she shrugged us off. We brothers looked at each other. The old rivalry resurfaced.
ABOUT THIS BOOK: Three brothers are at the funeral. One lies in the coffin.
Will, Brian and Luke grow up competing for their mother’s unequal love. As men, the competition continues – for status, money, fame, women …
They each betray each other, over and over, until one of them is dead.
But which brother killed him?
MY THOUGHTS: There is a passage in this book that says ‘…here I was, a millionaire with a hot young girlfriend, the most successful Irish film producer of all time with every material possession one could want within my grasp, crying and whining like a child.’ that, for me, sums up what I managed to read of this book. I dnfed at 42%, unable to stand the infantile rivalry and whining any longer.
If I had wanted to listen to three grown men bitch, whine, play oneupmanship and fight, I would have invited my own three brothers to visit.
None of the characters are at all likeable. And the plot was slow and, sorry to say this, boring. The story is told from the pov of William (hates to be called Willy), the eldest brother and one of the most narcissistic characters I have encountered in a long time. The thing that really annoyed me was the constant chopping and changing, with no apparent logic, between timelines.
I know I am alone in my one star rating, but I honestly could not bear to read one more word.
Reading is a personal and subjective experience, and what appeals to one may not please another. So if you enjoyed the excerpt from Our Little Cruelties, and the plot outline appeals, please do go ahead and read it.
THE AUTHOR: Liz Nugent worked as a stage manager in theatres in Ireland and toured internationally before writing extensively for radio and television drama.
DISCLOSURE: Thank you to Penguin Books UK for providing a digital ARC of Our Little Cruelties by Liz Nugent for review. All opinions expressed in this review are entirely my own personal opinions.
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