Praise for The Slowworm’s Song
★ “This is a moving, beautifully written portrait of a legacy of shame, loss, and regret from one traumatic, morally ambiguous moment.”—Booklist (starred review)
★ “Immensely skillful... A moving drama of trauma and recovery.”—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
“Expertly paced... as taut as a thriller... Mr. Miller, with his acute eye for detail and his practiced sense of timing, describes these Belfast streets and this soldier’s experience so plainly and yet so evocatively that both become new again.”—Anna Mundow, Wall Street Journal
“Miller’s novel subtly and morosely explores the crisis of Englishness that ties together events of the 20th century with those of the 21st... Not only nuanced and affecting but historiographical. It reads truer than memoir... A state-of-the-nation novel, in elegiac prose.”—Caoilinn Hughes, The New York Times Book Review
★ “An exquisite, tender novel that insists on the dignity of others, The Slowworm’s Song follows a father’s attempts to reconcile with his daughter—and his attempts to understand his own past.”— Foreword Reviews (starred review)
“Fine writing and an intelligent approach to human frailty and redemption make this a compelling narrative.”—Reading the West
“There’s a lot driving this affecting exploration of truth and reconciliation.”—Publishers Weekly
“At the level of the sentence, the writing is near perfect. But the novel’s excellence goes far beyond this. There’s a depth and a sweetness, a gravity... You read what might have been a perfectly commonplace story of failure and redemption with your pulse racing, all your senses awake... [A] restrained, beautifully written apologia for our common frailty.”—The Guardian (UK)
“I spent the first half of The Slowworm’s Song in a sort of ecstasy... Stephen is an unforgettable character, and Miller has pulled off the miraculous feat of sketching a full human life in a few hundred pages.”—The Sunday Times (UK)
09/23/2022
The winner of Costa and IMPAC Dublin Literary honors, Miller (Now We Shall Be Entirely Free) returns with a thoughtful narrative shaped by events in Northern Ireland during the Troubles. It opens with a letter arriving in the mail for Stephen Rose, summoning him to appear before a commission of inquiry investigating events that took place 30 years ago. Stephen has long been haunted by memories of his time as a British soldier in Belfast. His decision to enlist at age 19 was an affront to his pacifist father and to the Quaker faith in which he was raised. Six months of basic training and a short posting in Germany did little to prepare him for the unpredictable violence of Ireland. The long-ago incident led to Stephen's early discharge from the army, followed by a downward spiral in which he tramped through Europe, did some prison time for drug dealing, and then spent many years in an alcoholic haze. Now sober, he finds his memories of the event in question coming into sharper focus as he puts them into a confessional letter to his daughter. VERDICT This novel about a life derailed early and the long shadow cast by the Troubles gathers strength as it unfolds; recommended for readers of serious fiction.—Barbara Love
★ 2022-07-08
When a former soldier in the British Army receives a letter inviting him to testify before a Belfast tribunal about a fatal incident that happened 30 years ago, during his tour of duty in Northern Ireland, the reawakened past threatens to destroy not only his hard-won sobriety, but also his newfound—and equally delicate—reconnection with his adult daughter.
Stephen Rose, at the age of 51, has a precarious hold on a quiet existence in Somerset, England. A recovering alcoholic with a wrecked marriage behind him, he is sustained by the reappearance in his life of his daughter, Maggie; by his doctor; and by the unobtrusive support of his Quaker brethren. Stephen knows, however, “how fragile it all is, how we have nothing under our feet, nothing that can be depended on.” A letter requesting his appearance before a Belfast tribunal investigating crimes committed during the Troubles reminds him of this, prompting him to begin the epistle to Maggie that constitutes this moving and insightful narrative. “My head is so crammed with the past,” he writes, “I sometimes have to hang on to things...to stop myself sliding down into it.” Stephen doesn’t slide; he plummets back into the memory of a summer day in Belfast in 1982 when a house search by the British Army turned deadly. The novel’s evocation of that time and place is cinematically clear, and the narrative revolves around that single dread-filled moment. But Stephen’s daily life, in all its middle-aged dreariness and incidental sweetness, is just as sharply drawn, as is his sojourn in the rehab center that sets him on his unsteady feet again and heading back to Belfast. “For a minute or two time circled,” he observes of his first night there. “I was a fifty-something-year-old lying in the filtered air of the hotel room, and a twenty-something sprawled post-patrol on the black plastic of an army mattress.” This immensely skillful novel suspends the reader, too, in that mysterious midway state.
A moving drama of trauma and recovery.