Malarky becomes truly compelling when Our Woman embodies an existential strangeness. In certain moments, we are not so far from Beckett's Molloy - Our Woman comes close to enlivening not only the political and the personal but also the human. Schofield has true promise for this kind of writing, and it is there that I hope she next turns her sizable gifts, in the book that will surely follow this resoundingly successful first novel.
Hear that, Phil? It's not every character that holds her own against the Irish greats. Move over, Molly; make way, Molloy; mind yerself, Maud Gonne? Thanks to Mr. Esposito of Quarterly Conversation for that piece (and thanks, too, to Pax Plena for his sizable blog post this weekend).