Picked this one up from Zooba
, and that is definitely one of the cheapest sources for new copies of this book around, if you're interested.Healey, Trebor. Through It Came Bright Colors. Binghamton: Southern Tier Editions, 2003.Summary
: Neill's up to his ears coping. He's coping with his sexual identity, he's coping with his younger brother Peter's disfiguring and tenacious cancer, and his is coping with a star-crossed love affair with Vince, a compelling but emotionally disturbed drug addict. In the end, Neill loses Vince, but he does not lose Peter.Comments
: Winner of ISO's 2004 Violet Quill Award. A decent novel (and certainly one of the best I've ever read from Haworth Press) but brimming over with excess belated adolescent fervor...which, though I suppose it is appropriate for the emotionally immature Neill, rubbed me ever so slightly the wrong way. Also rubbing me the wrong way was the devotion to Eastern spirituality coupled with the distaste for Catholicism. Seemed like a bohemian fascination with all things Asian and exotique than with genuine understanding of differences in theological doctrine. Basically, this novel argues that we are uplifted by suffering, that all experience (especially the painful stuff), when viewed correctly, can be transporting or enlightening. Yeah, whatever. Also noticed the irksome POV switches and repetition of a handful of unusual vocabulary, most notably "dive" (squalid place) and "lousy" (riddled with lice). Kinda odd. Still, at its heart, this is a compelling story about coping with the illness of loved ones. Vince is a typical abused as a child turned self-abusing young adult who is afraid of himself--so much of a cliche that I didn't quite buy Neill's not being able to recognize this. Healey has a lot of literary ambitions, but I think he somewhat overshot his mark here. Notes
: trade paperback, BCERating
- Reasonably entertaining, and some bonus half-baked attempts as profundity to boot.