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400 pages, Paperback
First published May 10, 2012
There's an Irishman, an Englishman, and a Scottish bloke washing the side of a skyscraper. Every day at lunchtime they sit on their balcony overlooking the city and eat their sandwiches. One day the Englishman opens his lunchbox and gets really angry. "Ham again!" he says. "If my wife packs me one more ham sandwich I'm going to throw myself off this balcony." The Scottish bloke opens his lunchbox and finds a cheese sandwich. "Cheese sarnies again!" he says. "If my wife packs me one more cheese sarnie I'm going to throw myself off this balcony." The Irishman opens his box and finds a tuna sandwich, and he threatens to throw himself off, too.
The next day, the Englishman opens his lunchbox and finds a ham sandwich. "That's it," he says, and he throws himself off the balcony.
The Scottish bloke opens his lunchbox and finds a cheese sandwich, and he throws himself off the balcony. The Irishman finds a tuna sandwich and shouts "you stupid woman!" before throwing himself off, too.
At the funeral, the English, Scottish, and Irish wives are consoling each other. "I thought he loved ham," says the English wife. "And i thought my husband loved cheese," says the Scottish wife. "I don't understand it," sobs the Irish wife. "He always packed his own lunch."
"The mind is its own place, and in itself,
Can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n."
One in five Northern Irish children will experience major mental health problems before their eighteenth birthday, with case studies flagging self-harm as a response to confrontation and shame for family involvement in violence.
[Ruen] went on and on about how humans don't even know their own language, not really, and don't even have proper words for things like "guilt" and "evil," that it was "idiotic" that a country with so many different kinds of rain should only have one word for it... (E-ARC, p. 20)
"Ruin is not 'bestial,' he says he's a 'committed intellectual,'" Alex informs me when I query the portraits of some of the beings in the world he describes. His fondness for Ruin is palpable, protective, and I believe there is something of Alex's feeling toward his mother projected onto his imaginary sketch of Ruin, and with good reason: Alex cannot control his mother, but he can control his imaginary beings. (E-ARC, p.88)
Alex never mentions angels, which I find very interesting. No mention of God or any other deity, either. However he insists there are demons everywhere, all the time, and that when he enters an empty room it is not empty, it is like a pub, with demons grouped in corners, plotting, huddled around any humans who happen to be about, temtping, cajoling, scheming. (E-ARC, p.89)