I am not a fast reader, so John Banville's Snow falls onto the very short list of books that I have devoured in either a single sitting or in a day or two. It is hard to top the two adjectives used on a cover blurb to describe Banville's prose style: immaculate and penetrating. The similes strike home, the ear for dialogue is excellent, and the whole has a flowing simplicity that makes it very difficult to stop reading. Add to this a murdered priest in a Protestant country house in 1950s Ireland, and you have a winner.
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