Down, down, down and down some more. This book was properly named.
Carry Me Down took close to a week to read and not because I wanted to savor every word. Everytime I picked it up I would hope something good would happen and everytime I put it down I just felt depressed and hopeless.
I am very glad this did not win the Booker. It was well-written. It was interesting. It was depressing in what I’ve begun to think of as the “Irish way”. Angela’s Ashes-like. Aren’t there any uplifting Irish novels?