Book Description
This memorable debut novel explores Dublins every corner, including a first-of-its-kind portrayal of its thriving gay nightlife, through the eyes of a young man seduced by a secret societys ancient reading rituals, based on the sortes virgilianae. In brilliant prose, author Barry McCrea gives readers a psychologically gripping tale set within the intertwining worlds of literature and the living. When freshman Niall Lenihan moves to Trinity College, he dives into unfamiliar social scenes, quickly becoming fascinated by a reclusive pair of studentsliterary "mystics" who let signs and symbols from books determine their actions. Reluctantly, they admit him to their private sessions, and what begins as an intriguing game for Niall becomes increasingly esoteric, dramatic, and addictive. As Niall discovers the true nature of the pursuits in which he has become entangled, The First Verse traces a young mans search for identity, companionship, and a cults shadowy origins in the pages of literature and the people of a city. Fans of Donna Tartts The Secret History or Patricia Highsmiths The Talented Mr. Ripley will be mesmerized by the strange, page-turning world of this astonishing first novel from a dazzling new literary voice.
The First Verse FROM THE PUBLISHER
This memorable debut novel explores Dublin's every corner, including a first-of-its-kind portrayal of its thriving gay nightlife, through the eyes of a young man seduced by a secret society's ancient reading rituals, based on the sortes virgilianae. In brilliant prose, author Barry McCrea gives readers a psychologically gripping tale set within the intertwining worlds of literature and the living. When freshman Niall Lenihan moves to Trinity College, he dives into unfamiliar social scenes, quickly becoming fascinated by a reclusive pair of students-literary "mystics" who let signs and symbols from books determine their actions. Reluctantly, they admit him to their private sessions, and what begins as an intriguing game for Niall becomes increasingly esoteric, dramatic, and addictive. As Niall discovers the true nature of the pursuits in which he has become entangled, The First Verse traces a young man's search for identity, companionship, and a cult's shadowy origins in the pages of literature and the people of a city. Fans of Donna Tartt's The Secret History or Patricia Highsmith's The Talented Mr. Ripley will be mesmerized by the strange, page-turning world of this astonishing first novel from a dazzling new literary voice.
FROM THE CRITICS
Kirkus Reviews
Young Irish newcomer McCrea works Joyce's territory with Beckettian irony-and a healthy splash of Patrick White. Niall Lenihan has come up to Dublin to do his studies at Trinity. He's not exactly a bumpkin, just a boy fresh off a crush on a boy who is now off to the continent, ignoring his cellphone calls and text messages. These little techno-accouterments are important to McCrea's story, the stuff of subtext and context; via text messages, Niall begs off beery meetings with his college chums to visit what was "for a long time Dublin's only gay pub and still the unrivaled center of Dublin's homosexual world" and suchlike places, where his horizons and circle of acquaintances most definitely expand. So do they when, inspired by a shadowy figure with a wondrously improbable name, Niall and school friends are drawn into a literary game inspired by the old Roman sortes virgilianae, by which the answers to life's questions are to be located among the lines of the Aeneid. Niall's texts are broader, including novels, poems and even travel guides; naturally, Joyce turns up early on, convincing Niall of the merits of the game: when he challenges pal Fionnuala to tell him where his parents live, she dusts off Ulysses to reply, "Oh damn you and your Paris fads . . . I want Sandycove milk." You don't have to be Irish-or gay-to follow the twists of McCrea's plot, though it might help at points to have read Maeve Binchy, to know what an "RTE accent" sounds like, and to have some sense of the layout of Dublin and, later, Paris, where Niall's bibliomanic fortunes take him far from Sandycove, to spend his hours "being led to an apartment block where the initial letters of the names on the bells formed anacrostic of 'Sarah' . . . or ending up in conversation with a drunk Irish gay man in the Marais called John."Rich in ideas and true to the real world: a promising debut.