Kenneth J. Harvey

I recommend this book, to you, if even just the title seems remotely interesting.

I found it by chance while browsing, and I don't feel I'm exagerating in saying that this book has a palpable atmosphere even before you begin reading. The title caught my eye, and I picked it up. The cover was at once so unique and so haunting that I had no choice but to buy the book--it's textured, and the computer can't do it justice. It took me some months to start it, though I wanted to.

This is a story show more which takes place in a Newfoundland seaside town, and follows an amazing array of characters over the span of a week (current day). I can honestly say that I've never seen an author create so many distinct characters to the extent that each is entirely different from the others and also feels absolutely real. They speak, feel, think, and act differently, and come across as individuals throughout though their stories are all wound together. Additionally, the detail of the town and scenery are drawn perfectly--never overwhelming, always clear and written with the perfect amount of description. The reality of the work and the characters here will lead you to every emotion you encounter with a good piece of work, from frustration to joy to sadness to fear to points when you'll laugh out loud.

I should say, this is a haunting and lyrical book. I would classify it as literary horror, though in my mind I'm still not quite happy with that phrase as fitting. I began this book in November, and read a hundred pages in one sitting. I put it down to sleep, and found I couldn't sleep peacefully--books don't normally get to me, but this one did, to the extent that while I'd been fully engaged and enamoured with the story, the characters, and the writing, the book so haunted me in the day after I read it that I was nearly afraid to pick it up again. I read another sixty pages three or four days later, and found I couldn't concentrate that night or the next day at all, so I simply put it down, though I considered it nearly daily in the interim after. I had something of a dread of what would happen, and a lasting feeling of being haunted that I wasn't ready to go back to just yet. I promised myself I would finish it over spring break when losing sleep wouldn't hurt me, and the book drew me back in within two pages. About three-fourths of the way through the book, the town was so real that it was absolutely separate from reality--I couldn't be frightened off anymore, because stepping into the book was honestly like stepping into a different world.

Does that sound sort of haunted? It does to me, but this is the most haunting book I've read, far more eerie than anything else I've picked up, and probably better written than any horror I've come across. The atmosphere and the story will suck you in if you give them a chance. I'd suggest reading them away from the ocean and with someone else around to knock you back into reality (at least for the first two hundred pages or so). If you do want a solid scare that'll have you running--sure, read them in a cottage by the sea. I'll be rereading this, but not there. If you end up picking it up, let me know what you think--for me, this is the best read of my year so far.

Five stars, absolutely show less

Well this was a mammoth read at 825 pages but deeply satisfying, as well. It is based on fact, indeed the author's own family. It spans from 1886 until contemporary times. It is divided into sections. The first and largest section moves between generations and gives accounts of specific incidents to different members of the family, (I actually wrote a family tree to guide me through this), but each account was riveting. The character of the title Blackstrap, (yes named for the molasses), is show more the subject of the second section and the story then progresses at a pace.
As an adult, Blackstrap's body is a mass of scars accumulated through many life threatening episodes leaving him a damaged and angry man but we feel deep compassion for him. The purpose of the first section becomes clear in that we now understand his roots and the writer no longer has to dwell on the setting of Newfoundland, which is a character in its own right.
Blackstrap, likes his homeland is rugged, battered by life. His character will remain with me for some time, as will the landscape. The author has conveyed his deep love for this place and those intrepid, mainly Irish settlers, who made their home there. show less

Everyone has heard the phrase, ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover’. Yet, that is precisely what I do... a lot of the time. Okay, so I don’t judge exactly, but I have to admit I can be greatly influenced by a book’s cover art as well as the title; that is what possessed me to purchase Kenneth J. Harvey’s novel The Town That Forgot How To Breathe.

I purchased my paperback copy live and in person from the now defunct Border’s. The background color of the book’s cover is black with show more the only additional color being white. The title of the book is written in a raised white font which is spindly in nature; it is centered in the upper half of the front cover. On the bottom of the front cover slightly off centered to the right in white is a bald dolls head. The eyes are vacant, the head appears to be coming out of a splash of raised water which follows the book completely around to the back where we find a synopsis of the book again written in the same, albeit smaller, white spindly font. Some words are larger than the others… these words drew me in; mythical creatures, corpses, gothic thriller, H.P. Lovecraft, haunting. I had to read this book!

Scanning the inside I come upon the table of contents. There are fourteen chapters with titles such as; Thursday, Eight Days Ago, Thursday Afternoon and Night, Friday, Friday Night and this continues to Tuesday night and then the Epilogue. I like the simplicity of the titles and it also shows me that what occurs within these 471 pages take place in a span of 6 days.

I expected so much more from this book. I wanted to be on the edge of my seat, turning the page to find out what happens next. Alas, this never happened.

In the beginning of the book the character of Miss Laracy was not my favourite; her dialect was hard to read and it threw me off, however, by the end of the book she had endeared herself to me.

Throughout the book I held out hope for the relationship between Joseph and Kim and every time Claudia came into the picture, I held my breath… pun not intended, ok maybe a little.

Characters were brought in and then dropped out of the story without incident; as was the case of Luke and the albino shark. We learn from Tommy Quilty that the shark starts to regain its colour on the way back to St. John’s but it was never explained or elaborated on. It was like the only reason for that piece of the story was to allow Kim to travel to Bareneed.

I was mostly drawn to the story of Joseph and his daughter Robin. At times I felt they were being possessed by Reg and Jennifer. However, Joseph’s decent into madness seemed to have happened off page. He was sane at the end of one chapter and the next he was over the edge. His madness had me fearing for Robin’s life.

The character Claudia was most confusing, especially at the end. Was she the black dog? Sand pouring out of her wound, and why was Sergeant Chase seeing a little girl? Was Chase actually seeing Jennifer?

For me, there were too many story lines going on that never really seemed to connect.

Was it worth the read? I think so, and I would not discourage anyone from reading the book. Would I run up to my bibliophile friends exclaiming, “You’ve got to read this book!”? Sadly, I would not.

I felt that the cure for “forgetting how to breathe” was the telling of stories; the tall tales.

My overall emotion as the book wound to its end was a deep sadness… a sadness that we all have seemed to have misplaced or lost our stories; the oral tradition of history and storytelling. show less

What is it like for a man who expected to die in prison to suddenly find himself back on the outside after fourteen years served for a murder that DNA testing now proves was not his doing? Will he be able to control his rage, the same rage that he learned to depend on in prison for his very survival, so that he does not commit a crime of violence that returns him to lockup? Can he tolerate the leeches, including his wife, who are so eager to help him spend the false-imprisonment settlement show more he will soon collect from the Canadian government?

In his novel, "Inside," Kenneth J. Harvey places himself in the mind of just such a character, Myrden (a man whose first name is never revealed), and does it so effectively that many of those questions are answered. Harvey, in fact, tells Myrden’s story largely through the man’s own thought processes, a technique that leaves the reader standing squarely in Myrden’s shoes, seeing life through his eyes, and feeling all of his emotions and frustrations. The book, in fact, is almost completely written in sentence fragments of less than five words and reading it is like listening to Myrden think out loud.

Myrden is the first to admit that he was not exactly an innocent man when he was sent to prison for murder. At times he is not completely sure, despite the new DNA evidence, that he did not commit the crime and wonders if the real mistake is that he is being released. But he is grateful for the large settlement he receives from the government and is eager to use it to better the lives of his daughter and his granddaughter, Caroline, the true love of his life.

Sadly, Myrden, a man who has learned the trick of depending only upon himself for survival, finds it near impossible to relate to a wife who seems only to care about the cash windfall headed their way, his old crowd, or the poverty that surrounds them all. Wanting nothing more than to be left alone, he is forced instead to deal with the newspaper reporters who hound him for a quote and old friends who see him as a local celebrity with cash to blow. His immersion into the hard world from which he had been snatched and imprisoned, a world in which he is surrounded by reckless people with little to lose, the only world he has ever known, is inevitable despite his best intentions.

Myrden is a man who wants nothing more than to make life a little easier for those he loves, his way of making up for past mistakes before it is too late. He has some small successes but, when others begin to interfere with his larger goals, he has to decide how far he is willing to go to put things right and whether or not he is prepared to suffer the consequences.

"Inside" explores a world that, thankfully, few of Harvey’s readers will have experienced firsthand. It is a brutal place filled with people who have lost all hope that things will ever be better for them and their families, a place dominated by addictions and those willing to do most anything to feed them, a world in which second chances do not often turn out well. This is not a pretty novel but it is well worth the effort.

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