The strongest writing is like the male half of a dancing duo: his job is to display the female. The writing’s job is to display the content, without calling attention to itself. In “The Restoration Man,” Simon John Cox does this with subtle precision and evocative imagery.
He composes sentences that flow so well they disguise the skill with which they were crafted. Every clause, every syllable, is placed so purposefully that the brain floats through the narrative uninterrupted by a shade of doubt, oblivious to the emotional osmosis that occurs between the lines.
And does it ever occur. Call me cold-hearted, but I’m not often “moved” by the weak attempts at poignancy that litter contemporary literature. But this story is not a weak attempt; it is a powerful success. This guy has got it.
The mood reminded me a little of Morvern Callar (novel by Alan Ramsey), although I’m not sure exactly why. Maybe because the way it was written was in such contrast to the main character? Maybe not…
Anyway, I liked it. Check it out.