McGahern’s Ireland
D.J. Enright, 8 November 1979
“... shudders away in distaste. ‘I thought nobody could tell anybody that, and I listened to the loud street.’ This fastidiousness does not deter him from some fancy prose in his own thoughts: ‘I willed all sense down to living in her wetness like in a wound.’ This isn’t the Great Hunger, and with lashings of good food and drink around – to go no ... ”