The Call

I've been locked in a spell of introspection and my mind just refuses to shut up the last couple of weeks so I went online and looked up books and then went to the library.  Nothing resets the overheated brain like a good book and I got several books including Yannick Murphy's "The Call" from our library's new book shelf and filled my mind with the thoughts of someone else.  I couldn't put it down.  It's has an unusual format all inside the mind of David Appleton, husband, father of three, neighbor, and veterinarian in a small rural area.  It's a mental journal sculpted around "the calls" he gets as a vet.  "Call: horse down." And on to "What I saw coming home:"  "Things I've said to my wife."  Seemed simplistic at first but it's anything but; Murphy's writing reminded me of Cormac McCathy's lean prose.  The calls expand, someone who calls and hangs up.  Then their 12 year old son is injured in a freak hunting accident and lies in a coma. 

It's a small book but gripping and I couldn't put it down.  I read until 2am and then got up at 7am and finished it.  Time spent totally inside someone else's head.  Yannick Murphy is quite a writer and I'm looking forward to reading more of her creations.  It certainly derailed my circular thoughts of what I shoulda done or should notta done.  Yea, Yannick.