récit halluciné et hallucinant ; à vouloir trop démontrer ( la misère, les violences ; la famine...) l'auteur fatigue le lecteur avec ce perpétuel dialogue entre Grace et son frère mort. ( )

Set in Ireland in the 1840s, during the Great Famine, Grace Coyle must leave her home and fend for herself. Dressed as a boy, she wanders the countryside, trying to avoid the many dangers. It is a time of belief in pookas, witches, ghosts, and curses.

People are starving, Many wander the roads, thieving for coins or food. It is a journey, where the goal is to survive. At various times Grace becomes a herder and a bridge-builder. She meets a man with a withered arm who helps her, and another that gets her into trouble. She is accompanied by the ghost of her brother and, later, by the ghost of a murdered woman.

This book is grim. There is little opportunity to lighten the tone. It is a mix of beautiful writing and horrific subject matter. If you dislike profanity, you will want to stay away. The ghost of the brother is constantly chattering with a stream of invective, mostly calling Grace misogynistic names. This got old after a short while, and it goes on for three-fourths of the book. It evokes a miserable time in Irish history in vivid terms. For me, the expressive writing is the best part and the reason I would read another book by this author.

“You think you make your own choices in life but we are nothing but blind wanderers, moving from moment to moment, our blindness forever new to us.”
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In Irland herrscht im Jahr 1845 große Not. Die Ernsten sind ausgefallen und die Menschen wissen nicht, wie sie sich noch ernähren sollen. Arbeit gibt es auch nicht. Darunter hat auch die Familie von Grace zu leiden. Die Mutter schneidet ihr die Haare ab, steckt sie in Jungenkleider und wirft die Vierzehnjährige aus dem Haus. Der jüngerer Bruder Colly schließt sich ihr einfach an. So macht sich Grace auf eine Wanderschaft, um zu überleben. Doch sie und ihr Bruder sind nicht die einzigen, die unterwegs sind, um Arbeit und Nahrung zu finden. Sie erleben auf ihrer Odyssee viel Schlimmes, aber manchmal auch Hilfsbereitschaft. Wird Grace ihre Familie jemals wiedersehen?
Paul Lynch hat eine poetischen Schreibstil, der mich gepackt hat. Die Geschichte ist düster und ergreifend.
Die Charaktere sind sehr vielschichtig und authentisch beschrieben. Wie groß muss die Not sein, dass Sarah ihre Tochter einfach wegschickt, damit Grace für sich selbst sorgen muss. Es ist gut, dass Colly wenigstens eine Zeit lang an ihrer Seite ist. Trotzdem ist es schwer, sich gegen gestandene und verzweifelte Männer zu behaupten, die keine Rücksichtnahme kennen. Sie wird zu einer jungen Frau, was sie zusätzlich verunsichert, da sie mit niemandem darüber sprechen kann, was mit ihr vorgeht. Doch egal was sie unterwegs erlebt, sei es Tod und Gewalt, lässt sie stärker werden. Es ist aber auch schön, dass ihr ein junger Mann begegnet und sie beschützt.
Diese Geschichte ist nicht leicht zu lesen. Ich habe mit Grace gelitten, ihren Schmerz, ihre Verzweiflung und ihre Angst gespürt, aber auch ihren Mut und ihren Willen zum Überleben.
Wahrlich keine leichte Kost! ( )

Grace is the oldest in her family just as the Irish famine is beginning. Her mother in desperation, cuts her hair and sends her out as a boy. The rest of the book is of her adventures passing as a boy once with a group of drovers driving cattle. Then she meets a young man Bart who she travels with.

The story gets weirder and weird as Grace is constantly talking about her dead brother. Then as Bart dies, there is a sort of stream of consciousness followed by four completely black pages - gimicky in myh opinion. Not a favorite ( )

This dark yet lyrically beautiful novel begins during the Great Famine in Ireland, a period of mass starvation and disease between 1845 and 1849. The London government was unwilling to provide relief for the Irish, in spite of the great stores of food being produced in Ireland by Protestant landowners and designated for export only. During the famine, approximately one million people died and a million more emigrated from Ireland, causing the island's population to fall by between 20% and 25%.

Grace Coyle is 14 when we first meet her. Her mother cuts off her hair, fits her in men’s clothing, and banishes her from the house: “You must find work and work like a man.” And so she becomes “Tim Coyle” for as long as her body will allow her to get away with it. Her 12-year-old brother Colly runs after her, and remains a constant presence throughout the story. Grace, subjected to extreme hunger; mugging; the ever-present threat of rape; and the Scylla and Charybdis of superstition and faith, somehow manages to carry on, but just barely. She occasionally picks up other companions besides Colly, and they work together to do what it takes to survive.

Grace thinks often about the meaning of life, and wonders if what she is doing amounts to living or whether it is even worth it. When alone she thinks:

“So this is what freedom is. Freedom is when you are free to disappear off the earth without anybody knowing. Freedom is your soul in the emptiness of night. . . . Daylight tricks you into thinking what you see is the truth, lets you go through life thinking you know everything. But the truth is we are sleepwalkers. We walk through night that is chaos and dark and forever keeps its truth to itself.”

Later she allows:

" . . . . you think you make your own choices in life but we are nothing but blind wanderers, moving from moment to moment, our blindness forever new to us.”

On her journey, she has seen too much that she can’t understand or doesn’t want to understand. Indeed, it is difficult to tell at times if some of the characters she encounters are alive or dead.

She eventually concludes that “the truths that men hold solemn, their beliefs and their doctrines and their certitudes” are “but smoke on the wind.” She doesn’t need to know if what she sees is what really is, if things “come from me or they belong to the sky and hills . . .” There is only the here and now.

Discussion: There isn’t much to the story besides the horrific portrait of a nation suffering oppression, impoverishment, and degradation, personified in Grace. Even understanding the historical background of what has happened is mostly up to the reader. Only at one point does one of the characters lecture Grace:

"Don't you see what is going on around you? The have-it-alls and well-to-doers who don't give a fuck what happens to the ordinary people . . . The people are living off hope. Hope is the lie they want you to believe in. It is hope that carries you along. Keeps you in your place. Keeps you down. Let me tell you something. I do not hope. I do not hope for anything in the least because to hope is to depend on others. And so I will make my own luck. . . .The gods have abandoned us, that's how I figure it. It is time to be your own god."

But as bleak as this story is, it is also both a poem and a paean to the people of Ireland, who persevered under the worst circumstances. The language is sometimes dream-like, sometimes Joycean, and often quite beautifully crafted.

In the cities, Grace walks “with a wanty hand held out.” In the country she observes “a sky of old cloth and the sun stained upon it.” In the winter they go “silently onto the street, their breaths bold before them and feathered in the moon-blue cold where the river sends up sound of itself.” Later, “the mountains greet them with mist. It seeps and clings, hangs mystery over everything.”

There are two epigraphs the author might have used for this book.

Ecclesiastes 44:9: "And some there be, which have no memorial; who are perished, as though they had never been; and are become as though they had never been born; and their children after them."

And the ending of “The Dead” in Dubliners by James Joyce:

“…he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”

Evaluation: This narrative involving the horrible trials of Ireland during the famine adds emotional heft through the “eye-witness” account of a young girl and all she encounters, creating a powerful impact. As the late author, musician, and University of Massachusetts Amherst professor Julius Lester wrote:

"History is not just facts and events. History is also a pain in the heart and we repeat history until we are able to make another’s pain in the heart our own."

Lynch helps mitigate the pain a bit with his sometimes glorious language that is in startling juxtaposition to, and helps soften the focus of, the monstrousness of what happened to the Irish. In addition, the snarky humor of Grace and the offbeat discussions of the characters provide balance to the heaviness of the weight of events that threatened to beat the people down with despair and destroy their will to live. ( )