The Lesser Bohemians by Eimear McBride
Sometimes, the things you hear about a book color your expectations of it. I was a bit nervous going into The Lesser Bohemians because I’d heard that its prose was a bit . . . tricky. Oh, man, I thought, what have I gotten myself into.
Well, first things first, the prose is a bit . . . tricky. It’s fairly fragmentary at first and can be jarring to read. But that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Reading is supposed to give Wernicke’s area a workout, after all.
The novel is a decent reflection of the inner workings of Eily’s (the main character’s) thoughts and feelings. She’s a young woman on her own for the first time, off to study drama in London (she’s from Ireland). She starts the book as a virgin . . . and she ends it very much not a virgin.
The story wasn’t particularly new or original — young woman moves away, falls in love with older man, begins a challenging relationship with that man — but the telling of the story, with its fragments and starts and stops. is. And interestingly enough, at some point during my reading of the book the jumpy jarring prose stopped being so jumpy and jarring. It was still Eily’s voice coming through, but I guess I had gotten used to her style.
Choppy prose aside, I think The Lesser Bohemians is an important book for another reason. It handles sex well. If you’re in any way squeamish about sex, and descriptions thereof, this isn’t a book for you.
But if you don’t mind the occasional (or pervasive) sex scene but are also getting tired of sex described from a male writer/male character’s perspective or want something a little more intellectually stimulating than what you’d find in a 50 Shades of Gray-type book, I can’t recommend The Lesser Bohemians highly enough.
*I received this book from Blogging for Books in exchange for my honest review.*