{"id":786458,"date":"2026-09-29T15:02:12","date_gmt":"2026-09-29T15:02:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/uk\/786458\/"},"modified":"2026-09-29T15:02:12","modified_gmt":"2026-09-29T15:02:12","slug":"stations-by-louise-kennedy-review-a-superb-follow-up-to-trespasses-fiction","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.newsbeep.com\/uk\/786458\/","title":{"rendered":"Stations by Louise Kennedy review \u2013 a superb follow-up to Trespasses | Fiction"},"content":{"rendered":"

Louise Kennedy\u2019s first novel, Trespasses<\/a>, was one of those rare triumphs, a debut that was not only rapturously received by critics but adored by readers around the world. A story of forbidden love set during the Troubles in 1970s Belfast, it was an international bestseller, translated into more than 20 languages. It was shortlisted for the 2023 Women\u2019s prize and scooped debut fiction of the year at the British Book awards. A\u00a0four-part television adaptation with Gillian Anderson aired last autumn on Channel 4.<\/p>\n

Inevitably Kennedy found herself lauded as an overnight success \u2013 much was made of her 30-year career as a professional chef \u2013 but in fact she had been writing short stories for a decade and to considerable acclaim; her first collection, The End of the World Is a Cul de Sac, was published in 2021. Included in that book was Belladonna, the story of R\u00f3is\u00edn, a young girl from Belfast who moves south with her mother and, ostracised by her new classmates, becomes friendly with the couple who live across the road. Like Briony Tallis in Ian McEwan\u2019s Atonement, the prickly and precociously bright R\u00f3is\u00edn misinterprets the dynamic of her neighbours\u2019 marriage to disastrous effect.<\/p>\n

It is a sucker-punch of a story, conjuring in a few restrained pages the violent insecurity and self-absorption of early adolescence. What a joy, then, to rediscover R\u00f3is\u00edn in the opening pages of Stations, Kennedy\u2019s blisteringly good second novel. It is 1982 and R\u00f3is\u00edn, still very much the outsider from the north, strikes up a fierce and unexpected friendship with Red, a boy with a reputation for trouble who is \u201cspoken about in giddy whispers at school\u201d. R\u00f3is\u00edn\u2019s father, a drinker, has moved with his new wife to London. Red\u2019s family is dysfunctional in ways R\u00f3is\u00edn only vaguely understands, but which come to a head when Red finds himself on the wrong side of the law. Unable to stay, Red bolts to London. It is a year before R\u00f3is\u00edn, visiting her father for Christmas, finds herself caught up with him once again, the pull he exerts on her impossible to resist.<\/p>\n

The novel traces the warp and weft of their relationship over the next 25 years. Structured like a sporadically kept diary, clusters of dated entries disrupted by long gaps, it has echoes of David Nicholls\u2019s One Day; but Kennedy\u2019s London is altogether grimmer and more brutal, a city of squats and gas heaters and not enough change for the payphone. Her people are also more damaged, an Irish diaspora fractured by displacement, scarred not only by poverty and violence and addiction but by shame and loss. \u201cCan you not feel it?\u201d Red asks R\u00f3is\u00edn when, walking through London, they pass the site of the old Millbank prison. \u201cAll those wretched lives layered up underneath us.\u201d Kennedy\u2019s \u00e9migr\u00e9s flee the old country, they build new lives, construct new families, but they carry the weight of the past always with them. However far they travel, they can never escape from themselves.<\/p>\n

double quotation markStations evokes 1980s London with almost hallucinogenic precision<\/p>\n

Kennedy moved to London herself as a young woman and evokes the 1980s city with almost hallucinogenic precision, but her greater power lies in her remarkable humanity. Her characters are messy, flawed, often shatteringly self-destructive but, mapped with her fierce compassion, they march straight off the page. As a teenager R\u00f3is\u00edn is bolshy and obstreperous; she is also funny and filthy and generous and agonisingly vulnerable. As she gets older, she gets better \u2013 sometimes \u2013 at managing herself but she never really changes. The way Kennedy conjures her, we do not want her to.<\/p>\n

Stations is at its heart a love story, a furious, tender, potty-mouthed paean to loyalty and generosity of spirit. It is also an elegy to a generation of lost Irish boys, a heartbreaking testament to the violence and fear passed down from father to son. In its title, Stations acknowledges the transience of the diasporic experience, the trains and boats and coaches, but, steeped as the book is in an in-the-bone Catholicism (one particularly powerful scene has R\u00f3is\u00edn unable to bring herself to shake Red\u2019s father\u2019s hand at Mass), it carries too the idea of the Stations of the Cross, the 14\u00a0images of Jesus on the day of his Crucifixion.<\/p>\n

In Trespasses, the teacher Cushla, studying the Stations during the Easter Sunday sermon, reckons Jesus \u201ca ringer for James Taylor\u201d. In Stations, it is tempting to see the elusive and charismatic Red, \u201cloping along in [R\u00f3is\u00edn\u2019s] father\u2019s coat like an itinerant preacher\u201d, as a Christ figure, offering a kind of redemption through his suffering. Can cycles of anguish or neglect ever be broken? Is love in all its frustrating insufficiency enough to save us? Kennedy\u2019s novel is too subtle and clear-eyed to offer easy answers, but her questions will burn themselves into your heart.<\/p>\n

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