This novel is classic Doyle - atmospheric writing, clever characters, dark humour. It is also about memory and whether it can ever be trusted. Victor is lonely, recently separated from his wife, when he runs into a childhood acquaintance who reminds him of their school years, being taught by the Christian brothers. But this unsettling stranger has memories about Victor that he himself has hidden away from his conscious brain. Smile asks us to consider how we can find the truth about our past when memory is so uncertain.

This novel was provided to me by Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.

3+ stars. Roddy Doyle has been around for a long time. I had read some of his earlier novels and not much since. I've never been to Ireland but always feel that he captures the sensibility of his country. I liked Smile for that reason. But I didn't love it. It's an oddly almost dreamy short novel told from the perspective of first person narrator Victor. Victor's story jumps around in time. He tells the story from his 54 year old perspective, now finding himself alone, with only pub mates as his friends and not having written the book he'd meant to write. His back story slowly gets filled in and includes school days spent at a Christian Brothers school, a quiet but loving relationship with his mum and a now defunct but previously intense relationship with celebrity chef Rachel. There's a pervasive sadness to Victor's story. There's also a foreboding edge in the form of a former schoolmate who seems to haunt Victor at the pub. The end is surprising and somehow not surprising, and it ends up turning the story on its head. Doyle creates a strong sense of time and place that I really appreciate. His portrayal of Victor's time in the boys' school is particularly vivid. But there was something missing or a bit too slapdash about how the story was put together. It felt like it could have been better. Not bad, but not great. Thanks to Netgalley and the publisher for an opportunity to read an advance copy.

Doyle has never shyed away from society's harsher issues and Smile is no exception. Which is something I love.

The dialogue, as always is top notch. Quick, witty and so real it was one of my favourite things about the novel.

The story itself was a little confusing, quite slow moving and with no resolution as such for the reader. Not that we are owed a resolution by any means but I can't help but wish that for a topic such as this, there was a little more than the realisation of what had truly happened to Victor as the world he created for himself comes crumbling down around him.

Thanks to NetGalley and Penguin Random House Canada for providing me with a copy of Smile.

This is a very difficult book to review without ruining it for others, but I will try my best.

Victor Forde is a middle-aged, recently divorced man who has returned to the neighbourhood of Dublin where he grew up. He starts going to a nearby pub where he encounters a man named Eddie Fitzpatrick. Though Victor has no clear memory of him, Eddie remembers Victor from secondary school; in fact, it is surprising how much Eddie knows about Victor: “He’d know – he knew – more than I’d want known. He’d know facts and lies.”

Victor has an ambiguous relationship with Eddie. He admits, “I didn’t like him. I really didn’t like him. He made me nervous. And he bored me. I hated it when he stood too close, or when he sat back, right in front of me, and scratched his crotch or walloped his stomach. And I couldn’t remember him. He’d been in school with me; I didn’t doubt that.” One of the reasons he dislikes Eddie is that he stirs up memories of his difficult high school years. Nonetheless, Victor continues to return to the pub: “The point was, I knew we’d be meeting again and I’d done nothing to avoid it.”

Victor also reminisces about his life after graduation, especially his meeting Rachel Carey who became his wife. A very beautiful woman, she became a celebrity as a television chef while Victor gained some notoriety as a provocateur on radio talk shows. For many years he has been writing a book about “the rot that was at the heart of Ireland.”

There is a great deal of mystery throughout the novel. One of the major questions is why Victor keeps going back to the pub knowing that Eddie may very well be there. There is an aura of menace around Eddie; his is a threatening presence so is it their shared experiences, like both having lost their fathers at a young age, that are the draw? Others at the bar even mistake them for brothers or cousins. Victor tries to explain the attraction (“But there was something about him – an expression, a rhythm – that I recognised and welcomed”), but it isn’t convincing. Why is it that Eddie remembers so much about Victor but Victor’s memories are much less clear? Why does Eddie wear the same clothes every time he comes to the pub?

There are other unanswered questions as well. Victor’s attraction to Rachel is understandable, but the reader, like one of Victor’s acquaintances, wonders “What did she see in you?” It is easy to see that Rachel was good for Victor; he says, “She saved me and, later, she carried me. Her assertiveness . . . her willingness to cry, the way she took sex, took and gave – I can see now that it saved me. It stunned me and made me.” The reason for the marriage break-up is also not clarified; the only indication of a problem is Victor’s wanting to hear his wife explain about her day: “I’ll listen this time.” And then there’s a son who is mentioned only occasionally?

The characterization of Victor is wonderful. He is not a likeable person at the beginning. He admits that he was envious of others; as a young man, he wrote music reviews and ruined careers with his scathing reviews: “I didn’t hate [the bands]. I envied them, and that was far worse. They could do it, and I couldn’t. It was the start of my career, and I tore into them.” He admits that “I was being a prick, but it gave me power.” He also describes himself as being rigid: “I was inflexible – still am. I loosened a bit, for [Rachel], but it was always a fight. My place was mine; hers was hers. I like order.” And he acknowledges, “I was just angry – and vain.” But slowly Victor gets the reader’s sympathy as we learn about his life in school. He describes himself as a bit of a misfit as a teenager so I found myself wishing that as an adult he would get what he wanted from his evenings at the local pub: “companionship, the ease of it, the acceptance.”

And then there’s the ending! It forces the reader to reconsider everything he/she has just read. Some may think the ending is too shocking and unforeshadowed, but that is not true. I couldn’t resist re-reading the book and found numerous clues I had missed on first reading. Some clues are obvious but others are exceedingly subtle. A second reading is really necessary to fully appreciate Doyle’s accomplishment. The ending is discomfiting but crucial in developing the novel’s theme.

Those who enjoy Doyle’s style – the quick dialogue, the humour, the sense of place – will not be disappointed. I had not read anything by Doyle since Paddy Clarke Ha Ha Ha, but I’m ever so glad I read this book. I definitely recommend it.

Note: I received an eARC of the book from the publisher via NetGalley.