

He is promiscuous on principle, dedicated to sensual pleasure but determined to control the feelings it unleashes. This is Eily, a young drama student new to the London of the 1990s and determined to lose her virginity as quickly and decorously as possible.Įily meets Stephen, a 38-year-old actor, wiry, handsome, damaged. The girl whose head we are in now is more eagerly poetic, more gently amused, more responsive to the sights around her. The voice here is different, though it takes a couple of chapters to feel your way into its cadences. In fact, McBride’s style is more capacious than it might seem. I hope.” I felt anxious that the voice that had seemed to be created for the heroine of A Girl had suddenly become the voice of an apparently different character, and that we were expected to accept this and read these sentences as though for the first time.

“Daub my soul with a good few pints til my mouth swings wide with unutterable shite. Here was a diffident 18-year-old Irish girl talking, writing or thinking in Eimear McBride’s characteristic broken sentences, gliding between the demotic and the lyrical. R eading the opening pages of The Lesser Bohemians, I wondered if I might still be in the world of A Girl is a Half-formed Thing.
