Normal People Book Review

"No two persons ever read the same book." —Edmund Wilson

 

I don't often review books. I find that reviews are subjective. I don't buy books just because they're bestsellers, or have positive reviews, and I'm not concerned about negative reviews. Many of the books that I picked up in the past, and thoroughly enjoyed, were by chance. It's been more than a year that I cannot find a fiction interesting enough for me to want to finish. My mind often wonders off, and I move on to something different. For a writer, this is disheartening. It wasn't that the books I picked weren't good, they just weren't for me until I came across Normal People by the Irish writer, Sally Rooney, suggested by a staff member at the Museum of Literature in Dublin.

The story starts with the odd relationship between Marianne and Connell, two troubled souls who have an on and off relationship. Connell is the son of Marianne's Mom's housekeeper. He is young, insecure, and constantly cares about what the outsiders think of him. Marianne's family is dysfunctional, and don't care whether she is dead or alive. This and the fact no one ever taught Marianne to love herself, pushes her to seek love from abusive men. Throughout the story, the one person who she thinks understands her and she deeply loves in Connell. But even so, there is plenty of miscommunication between the two. Connell's insecurities lead him to break her heart, have temporary relationships with other women, and keep going back to Marianne. Feeling unwanted, Marianne gets involved with other men, but always seeks and accepts Connell's love. (image by Mable Amber)

 

On the surface, this book seems to be a coming-of-age story. However, in real life, many adults battle insecurity, abusive relationships, mental health, and financial issues. The story is interesting as it delves into the psyche of men and women, and how their life experiences effect the way they get along. But this wasn't the only reason why I kept on reading this tale. I continued because it was different. It broke all the writing rules, and yet made sense to me. Oftentimes, there is no set up to introduce a character or a scene. The set up comes later as you read the story, and you realize you're in someone's house or in another city. These sudden shifts in the story pushed me to stay engaged and focused. (image by Iffany)

The ending is bitter sweet. Some Amazon and Goodreads reviewers didn't like this. I can see why the writer took this route. Sometimes you may love someone, but you don't want to stand in their way, and hold them back from reaching their dreams. As for me, I prefer happy endings. When two people love each other so deeply, they should stick it out together. But I wasn't the one who wrote this book, and Rooney has the right to stay true to her characters. (image by Matthew Jackson)

Other reviewers didn't like the editing and the formatting. There are no quotation marks around the dialogue. Two or more people maybe speaking within the same paragraph with their thoughts mixed in, and yet, I had no trouble following it. Some complained about the other characters not being fleshed out. None of these bothered me. I was enjoying the overall quality of the story. I do analyze, but I don't analyze things to death. I either like a book or I don't, and I liked this one. Sally Rooney is talented. Her style is unique, and far from being a carbon copy of other writers. Normal people gripped my attention from the beginning to the end. (image by Michael Richmond)

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The Museum of Literature

Dublin is a literary city, and before my visit, I knew that there were four things I wanted to do: visit The Writer's Museum, The Oscar Wild House, Marsh's Library, and the Museum of Literature (MoLi). Yeah, I know, this may be boring for others, but as a writer, I wanted to get lost in literary haven. Unfortunately, the Writer's Museum closed during COVID 19, and never reopened, but many of the works and sculptures were transferred to MoLi.

On a cool crisp day, I took an eight minute stroll from my hotel to MoLi, checked in my backpack, bought a ticket, and began my journey to the past among writers such as the Irish writer and poet, Susan Mitchell and Samuel Beckett, the American born Irish author, Mary Lavin, the satirist and essayist Johnathan Swift, the literary critic and poet, James Joyce, Dracula's Bram Stoker, and many other greats who have paved their way through the world of literature.

This place is several stories high, and do take the stairs instead of the elevator to get a feel for the space. Each floor offers something unique, and on the last floor, you can write a message on a notepad, and if they like what you write, the staff will post it on a cork board on a nearby wall.

I asked one of the employees if she would recommend a fiction by a local author. She told me to buy Normal People by Sally Rooney (no, not the TV series, but the actual book). So, I bought it at their bookshop, and after I got into it, I realized it was a story about love and class division. The tale reads fast, and I took it on the plane back to make time go by faster. I never got to finish it because I was too tired to keep my eyes open, and I have been really sick since I got back. My living space is a mess, and my book seems to have been lost among all the clutter. Today was the first day that I feel somewhat normal, and I'm hoping that once I put things away, I will be able to find it. That, or buy a new one, but I really liked the edition I had bought :/

Besides the book shop, the museum has a cafe on the bottom floor. I wanted to sit outside by the tree where James Joyce once stood. They told me that the outside was temporarily closed. Even so, I spent a quiet 45 minutes at the cafe, drinking an incredible cup of Earl Grey tea, gazing outside, and reading my book. Dublin knows how to do tea. It's not like in the U.S where you order tea at a cafe, and they give you lukewarm water which ruins the entire tea experience. The tea in Dublin is super hot and perfectly brewed, just the way I like it, even when I add milk to it.

Even if you're not a writer, this museum is a welcome relief from the crowds, the tourists, and cars. Across the street you will find one of the entrances to St. Stephen's Green, another favorite place of mine. But that experience will be shared in another post. Cheers for now...