Cyn. Cyn, where have you bin?
I’ve been trying to call you all day.
Expect you’re in bed with Kevin the Red,
Where the skies are not cloudy all day.
Life is happy for 40-year-old poetry buff and senior librarian Colin Quirke, happily married to Cynthia for thirteen years with two great kids. Not so for Cynthia. Cyn is bored.
This all changes when a new, younger couple moves in next door. Eddie and ditsy blonde Avril’s motto is ‘Life is for living!’. Wild parties with loud music are soon followed by girls’ nights out, and life will never be the same on the De Lacey Street cul-de-sac.
In the meantime, Eddie is killed in a tragic micro-light plane accident. Cyn consoles Avril by taking her to Miami. Next thing you know, she’s met up with some red-haired American guy called Kevin Ranker (aka 'the home-wrecker').
Is divorce on the cards for Cyn and Colin? Consolations, at least. Still, there’s always the lovely Alison at the Poetry Society. Or the new assistant librarian at work, she could be interesting…
It Always Rains on Sundays is a laugh-out-loud new novel from BBC prize-winner Roger Johnson. Full of intelligent humour, it is an entertaining read for fans of funny and original fiction.
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Review:
I don't really know what to make of the description I read, the publisher's quotes, and what I actually read. Somehow I cannot reconcile all the information. Narrator Colin Quirke is an utterly unlikeable, out-of-the-loop loser. He lacked emotional depth and apparently any sense of reality. If the novel was meant to be funny, I've certainly missed the humor. The description also paints the picture of a more multi-dimensional story. I wasn't picking up on any of that either. The story just seemed to plod along with no action, climax, or resolution. I had high hopes for It Always Rains on Sundays, so I'm disappointed.
*I received an advance reader copy in exchange for an honest review.
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