The Ghost Factory review: A first novel that haunts for the wrong reasons

Jenny McCartney’s debut about a friendship in Northern Ireland is let down by the writing

Jenny McCartney’s debut is a well-meaning tale that falls down on the writing

Jenny McCartney’s debut is a well-meaning tale that falls down on the writing

A book lives or dies in its sentences. To paraphrase Anne Enright, in an interview to the New Yorker some years ago, a good sentence does many things at once – it is like a three-dimensional crossword.

Slackness at sentence level is the downfall of Jenny McCartney’s debut novel The Ghost Factory, a well-meaning tale that looks at the repercussions of sectarian violence on Northern Ireland’s civilian population.

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