![]() Their impression on a reader is, and is supposed to be, dichotomous. ![]() Our three characters are, in unkind terms, “a slut a thug and a junkie” (page 294). Griffiths’ novel drags us down into the festering depths of Austerity Measure Britain. She lingers, her whispered words repeating themselves, becoming the steady rhythm thumping within the skeleton of the novel. Indeed, the vision becomes a point of fixation for each member of the group despite the fact that they do not move in the same circles or even speak to each other until the end of the novel. The spectre of a woman looms over them, offering three words: “dig,” “bridge,” and “wild.” The sight can easily be written off by the fact that all three were under the influence of the same drug, but the question of how they saw and heard the same thing would persist. On a mountainside near Aberystwyth, three people bear witness to a phenomenon. This book to tie up all the threads, this blob of honey, is a weighty 368-page hardback set in West Wales. And now it has been it’s called Broken Ghost and it’ll be published some time next year.” 1 “I need a book which ties up all the threads, which is the blob of honey around which the fireflies coalesce into a singular glow, a book which will study and encapsulate all of the bouncing, throbbing themes and thoughts which were teased out and unleashed in that resting moment on the ridge a couple of summers ago. Two years ago, Niall Griffiths wrote this for the Wales Review: ![]()
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