James Walton

Colm Toibin’s restraint – like his characters’ – is quietly overwhelming

A review of Nora Webster, by Colm Toibin. Anyone who expects a novel about a bereaved wife with four small kids to emote wildly has obviously never read any Toibin before

CHELTENHAM, ENGLAND - OCTOBER 12: Man Booker Shortlist 2013 writer, Colm Toibin at The Times Cheltenham Literature Festival on October 12, 2013 in Cheltenham, England. (Photo by David Levenson/Getty Images)

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