The difference between a fine novel and a
mediocre one is often found in the strength of its characterisation. In this
respect Ms Halloff does not disappoint, and it is, above all, the detailed and
powerful portrayal of the various players in this drama that gives the work its
strength. The facility with which she speaks with each character’s voice, not
just in dialogue but in her narrative, so vividly coloured with the different
points of view, makes the book a delight; and not just the voices of the
characters, but those of the various newspapers and pundits surrounding the
book’s events. I almost screamed with laughter reading the Transcript reports,
with their English translations of Latin phrases; the tone of the tabloid
reporter, writing about comments by an educated person which he only half
understands, was priceless.
This lightness of touch, with its sprinkles
of comic relief, prevents the book’s essential sadness from becoming
overwhelming, and allows the reader fully to enjoy its marvellous graininess.
The few depictions of sexual activity were
handled with beautiful restraint, and I could only marvel at the writer’s
ability to convey the sordid bestiality of a really down-and-dirty encounter
without descending into the merely graphic.
All in all, a book by Ms Halloff is a rare
pleasure, and Roadblocks to Nirvana is no exception.