A Note on the Author. Praise for Swallowing the Sun. Chapter 1. The three of them are in the yard where the whitewashed walls are grimed and rendered in shadow by the dropping dusk. His father’s soiled vest has a puckered hole over his heart and the misshapen loops of his braces sag by his side like buckled wheels. The cigarette clenched in his mouth has almost disappeared into a dot of red. As his head bobs and angles and the words spew out, the red circle moves round the tight square of the yard like a firefly.
Swallowing the Sun book. I also think that David Park has a nice descriptive style - however, he could do with reining it in a bit and I would prefer to see this style being applied to action rather than self-indulgent internal melodrama the book will be going back where I found i. .
Praise for Swallowing the Sun: 'Park writes prose of gravity and grace, full of great looping rhythms and subtly recurring motifs. it is hard to think of a more skilful contemporary Irish novelist'. Joseph O'Connor, Guardian. This is a superbly crafted and honed book'. Swallowing the Sun does make you want to live each day better than the last, and bask under the possible sun of every moment. But it also leaves you with a choking sense of sympathy for those who cannot'. It establishes beyond doubt that David Park is one of the most gifted writers in contemporary Ireland'. This is a fantastic book: an original and thoughtful story, told with style and grace'.
Swallowing the Sun by David Park (2004) Bloomsbury (2009) 244 pp. David Park is a writer from Northern Ireland whom I might never have heard of were it not for his fellow Northern Irishman, John Self. Last year John trumpeted the release of Park’s The Truth Commissioner as a book worthy of the highest praise. Then this year, John visited Swallowing the Sun from Park’s backlist. Unfortunately for those of us in America, Park is not yet a well known.
Swallowing the Sun (2004) reflects the times in which it was written: when Northern Ireland was struggling to free itself of the legacy of ‘the Troubles’. There was a time when the very sniff of this subject matter in a book would send me running, but something must have changed – time, distance – as this is the second book on the theme I’ve read this year, the first being Benedict Kiely’s excellent Proxopera
This is primarily a character-driven novel, though the last hundred pages or so are powered by an adrenalin-tinged plot. The pages turn themselves, but there is a depth here not found in most "thrillers. David Park is not simply a storyteller, he has something to say about the world. A word of warning, before my praise. The subject matter here is emotionally gripping.
Joseph O'Connor admires David Park's gravity and grace in Swallowing the Su. Thematically, the book is about trying to reconcile past with present. It employs an adroit technique: sometimes at the start of a scene, you're not quite sure where in chronological time you are. It's a courageous strategy, deeply involving when it works. Much thought has gone into structure and pacing, and the book is as judiciously organised as the stanzas of a poem. Admirers of Park's breakthrough novel, The Big Snow, know that he writes prose of gravity and grace, full of great looping rhythms and subtly recurring motifs. The sentences are clear; metaphors are few.
Swallowing the Sun. Description. In the museum Martin stands watch over the past. He has travelled a long way from his brutal childhood in the Loyalist heartlands of Belfast and built a life he never imagined he would have - a devoted wife, Alison, two children, Rachel and Tom, a respectable job. But the happiness he has found feels brittle. Rachel's academic success is launching her out of her proud father's orbit. Tom, eclipsed by his sister, has withdrawn into a fantasy world. Martin's gratitude to Alison is a gulf between them. He feels unworthy of his wife, his.