Cast a Cold Eye

CAST A COLD EYE preys on my mind. I first read it from our local library when it came out and it gave me nightmares. Then I found a 1st Edition hardcover of it in a book shop in Inverness, where it was stacked by accident in a shelf of Scottish hardcover crime books. I bought it, read it again, and got more nightmares.

There's something going on in these pages that keys directly into my psyche. I think it's a Celt thing, and small towns where old men mutter secrets to each other in smoky bars while someone in the background sings the old songs. I know a bit about that kind of place. And so did Alan Ryan, a wonderful writer taken from us too soon.

He spoke in interviews of how he dodn't spend uch time on research, but went for feel and gut show more instinct in writing it, and in doing so, I think he too tapped into something primal about blood, and kin, and community.

It's a book with heart and soul, wearing both on its sleeve. Sure, it gets melodramatic in places, but in others there's a deft handling of creeping dread, and of how the supernatural might creep into a world view otherwise inimical to it.

I've found that not many of my supernatural fiction writing buddies have read this one -- it seems to have gone under the radar back in the day, and been largely ignored. Which is a great shame, as it's a great ghost story, a fine piece of writing, and a lovely examination of a way of life that's disappearing fast. Hopefully the Valacourt edition means more people are finding it.

I love it...even if it still gives me nightmares. show less

This was a moody, atmospheric ghost story, not so much scary as it was melancholy. An Irish-American writer travels to a small village on the Irish coast to research for several months, but he starts seeing apparitions and begins to suspect the villagers know more than they are letting on about them. I liked how Ryan wove Irish history and culture into his story and the technique of ghost stories told inside the story by the local priest, or seanachie.

What great atmosphere!

There are two stories at work here that will, given time and above all circumstance, ultimately converge. The novel begins with a scene that launches the first of these, as four men are waiting in a shabeen trying to keep warm while awaiting a funeral procession before going on to an ancient graveyard to perform some strange rites. As good writers will, Ryan gives us no explanations, so the question of what's going on here and why is planted in the reader's head from the outset and stays in the back of the mind throughout the novel until all is revealed. Great way to start a horror novel, if you ask me. The second storyline belongs to Jack Quinlan, who has come to Ireland, home of his ancestors, to do some show more research on a novel he's writing about the Famine. More specifically, his book is about

"a family and its struggles to survive through the Famine of 1846 and 1847, and about the horrible thing ... that happened to three members of his family in particular."

Jack takes a house in the rather isolated village of Doolin, planning to stay for three months, and it isn't too long before he sets up a nice routine of research, writing, and sometimes hanging out at the local pubs, where traditional music is played of an evening. He's met a girl, Grainne, to whom he's very much attracted, and all seems to be well with him right up until the moment when he starts to see and hear some very disturbing things which seem to follow him whenever he's out and about. And then one night he witnesses something he knows is real, but has no explanation for. The only person he can talk to about it is the local priest Father Henning, the local seanachie who loves telling eerie stories, yet is reluctant at best to talk with Jack about his experiences. The question becomes whether or not Jack's actually experiencing these horrific things -- is the research he's doing getting to him, or is it the remoteness and isolation of the place that's affecting him? And if it is true that Jack is not going off his rocker but is really seeing what he thinks he's seeing, why him?

Reading Cast a Cold Eye is to find yourself in the middle of an eerie mystery that grows darker and creepier along the way, one that is not solved up until the last minute. A lot of readers have noted, like the Kirkus reviewer of this book, that the story "doesn't add up," that there are too many loose ends, yada yada yada, but it all made perfectly good sense to me. I won't say why, since I'm sure many people will want to read this novel, but the answers really are all there. My regular habit is to finish a novel and then go back and reread the first chapter, and in this case, it's a hugely eye-opening moment, stunningly circular in nature. It may not scare the bejeebies out of modern horror readers, but for those of us who aren't looking for chainsaw-wielding killer clowns or the like, it's a delightful tale of ghostly horrors that will stay in your head for a long time after turning that last page. show less

Feast your eyes upon this super creepy cover! What horror fan wouldn't want to read this book?

A seanachie in ancient Ireland was an historian and storyteller. It's a word mentioned to Jack Quinlan, an American visiting Ireland to research a book he's writing about the Irish potato famine. Jack sets himself up in a rental house for 3 months so he can explore the area and get to writing. The Irish towns he visits are small with old buildings, and the townspeople are all simple folk with simple traditions. However, these towns often have secrets and rituals and Jack is about to stumble onto some of them. Will he survive the encounter? You'll have to read Cast A Cold Eye to find out!

This book drips with atmosphere. A ghost story set in show more October, on the western shores of Ireland. There's fog, there's moors nearby, there's the sea bashing the rocky land day and night. Alan Ryan's prose when describing the delights of the Irish scenery was rich and vivid. It created a contrast in my mind with the horrible facts about the Irish potato famine: Such natural beauty in the scenery yet many people starved to death in the middle of it.

Unfortunately, I felt that the atmosphere did not deliver in the end. I was somehow expecting more of a bang and when the denouement arrived it somehow felt anti-climactic. However, that does not mean that I didn't enjoy the journey because I did.

Recommended to fans of atmospheric ghost stories and beautiful prose!

*Thanks to Valancourt Books for providing a free e-copy in exchange for my honest review. This is it!* show less

This book was resonant with atmosphere - more melancholy than creepy and certainly more poignant than frightening. It is one of the most tender and beautiful books I have read, with a totally compelling sense of place as we discover with the protagenist - an American writer researching the Irish Famine - the magic and enchantment of Ballyvas.

I bought this book over 20 years ago but have not reread it because I do not want to risk diluting the impact it had on me the first time. It was after reading this that I began to consider moving to Ireland.

Jack Quinlan is a writer from New York who went to stay in a remote village in Ireland to research his next book that involved the Potato Famine. One night as he was driving home from the local pub, he thinks he sees an old man, skeleton thin, lying in a ditch but within minutes the man disappears. So, he starts doubting what he saw. Later, there will be other incidents and he tries to figure out what's going on with the help of the local priest.

This was an interesting ghost story with an eerie feel all the way through. The way it was written made it seem almost believable and suspenseful as Jack tries to understand what's going on, which I liked. The ending was a bit of a letdown. Although something surprising happened, I would've show more liked a little more explanation. show less

A beautiful, atmospheric ghost story set in rural Ireland. The story of an American who rents an isolated cottage for a three month stay. The story unfolds slowly, but felt perfectly paced to me.