Oisin Breen's debut novel, "Flowers, all Sorts in Blossom, Figs, Berries, and Fruits Forgotten," is the post-postmodern "Howl" that will torture you in new and creative ways.
I am very rarely at a loss for words when it comes to talking about books. But Gaiman has left me in awe. I don’t even know how to convince you to read this book. It seems essential. I feel like I’ve been staring at this document for weeks, making no progress whatsoever, because The Ocean at the End of the Lane is like a dream. Have you ever tried to describe a dream? They don’t make sense. However, Gaiman has made sense of the dream.
By now you’ve likely heard of the new Netflix original, The Haunting of Hill House. Curious, I watched it and found I had too many questions. The book, however, answered none of them. The stories are foggy reminiscences of one another, but hardly the same. Shirley Jackson (1916-1965), is the author of the original novel.
The battle between Good and Evil is a common theme of the novel that is turned on its head. Aziraphale the angel, for example, delivers the best line of the book. When accidentally stepping into his holy circle and being sucked up into heaven too soon, he exclaims “Oh, Fuck!” and if that’s not irony, I don’t know what is.