Brian Keenan Turlough (Jonathan Cape £16.99)

The human imagination is capable of amazing feats. Brian Keenan is the academic who, in 1986, was taken hostage by Shi'ite fundamentalists in Beirut. The four-and-a- half year ordeal prompted his best-seller An Evil Cradling. Now comes this novel, which evokes a conflict and pox-ridden 17th century Ireland alongside the life and times of Turlough O'Carolan, an ethereal, complex and celebrated harpist.

The novel’s central character apparently suggested itself to Keenan's mind during his isolation, and it is tempting to excuse its faults on compassionate grounds; to see it as a kind of redemptive phoenix rising from Keenan's darkness and suffering. Yet, although the notion of Turlough's protagonist manifesting himself to Keenan as real and whole is a touching one, on paper his appearance is not so convincing.

Keenan has attempted to dissect the soul of a charismatic musician, to identify those stormy and occult impulses which produce artistic genius. Yet his evocation of this ingenue is flat and marred by romantic cliche: ‘[Turlough] seemed always to be questioning the significance of things . . . he was also intelligent . . . yet he was solitary and part of him remained remote.’

Turlough is as mercurial and insubstantial as a hallucination. The central mysteries here - where does greatness come from, and what feeds it? remain opaque. This opacity is compounded with structural inadequacies: the novel commences as O'Carolan is lying in his deathbed; his autobiography is clumsily relayed through flashbacks, letters and diary entries by supporting characters.

These contrivances eliminate the narrative's dramatic or chronological tension, and the various 'diary entries' reveal that Keenan has confused stultified syntax and simplistic grammar with salt-of-the-earth plain-speaking.

Turlough only comes alive when Keenan evokes the sights, smells and tastes of a pre-Industrial Ireland rife with civil conflict and death. The author's compassion for his homeland relieves his words of artistic cod-psychology and imbues them with an effortless grace: '[Turlough] breathed in the heavy smell of sun-baked iron and stone,

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Gracefully poetic at times, but mainly stultified and simplistic

mixed with the scent of damp thatch and burning peat.’

Keenan certainly has an ear for dialogue, rolling out aphorisms, insults and eulogies with a droll, poetic flair. He seems especially sensitive to the way metaphor and analogy can lend vernacular speech a touch of plausible magic. As Turlough's father teaches him how to play the harpsichord, for instance, he admonishes: 'Remember you are releasing music into the air like a bird, not dropping it on to the floor like a dead goose for the pot.’

However, these admittedly wonderful elements cannot redeem Keenan's mishandling of complex emotional situations. Turlough's relationships, sensations, loves, rages and regrets are depicted in such a wooden and didactic manner that, on the whole, one must conclude that this is a novel as flawed as its hero. (Bidisha)

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Debut novelists under the microscope. This issue: Matthew Fitt Who he? Hailing from Bonnie Dundee, an alumnus of Edinburgh University and a one-time writer-in-residence at Hugh MacDiarmid’s Brownsbank Cottage, Matthew Fitt now lives in Lanarkshire and diVides his time between writing and teaching. His prevrous work includes Kate O’Shanter’s Ta/e, while his other poetry and short stories have been published throughout the land. His debut Though equally suggestive of wild Hogmanay parties at the Broon family holiday cottage, But n Ben A-Go- 60 actually has the honour of being the first full-length novel to be written entirely in Scots As if this wasn't enough to have the Scottish Arts COUTTCII subsidies department orgasming and reaching for the chequebook, Pitt’s novel is set in a futuristic Scotland which, in 2090 has been almost completely submerged in water following another one of God’s 'this'II-teac‘h-'ern' floods. The few remaining scrrvrvors, including herOic cyberianny Paolo Broon, live in mortal terror of a deadly strain of the AIDS VITUS called ’sangue de verde', more commonly known as Senga

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