Framing the Dialogue

A Man With One Of Those Faces

“There was nothing special about his face – just the opposite in fact – it was entirely ordinary, as was the rest of him. Five foot nine, blue eyes, brown hair. His sheer ordinariness was the whole point. He was a medium everything; his features were the most common in every category. He had nothing that came close to qualifying as a distinguishing anything. His every facial attribute was a masterpiece of bloody-minded unoriginality, an aesthetic tribute to the forgettably average. Collectively they formed an orchestra designed to produce the facial muzak of the Gods.”

If your read my posts, you’ll know that I somehow read the third in this series which actually turned out all right as it was a prequel so I’ve actually read these in chronological order.  In A Man With One of Those Faces, we meet Paul Mulchrone who has one of those faces…one that kind of looks like many others.  Paul has a scheme in which he has found a way to live minimally both financially and effort.  His “career” unfortunately puts him in a room with a strange patient and leads to a frantic run to survive, but also to find a decades old case.

There is a lot of humor in the novel and I do really enjoy the setting in Dublin.  These are becoming some of my favorite novels.

“As Brigit dabbed a tear away from her left eye with the corner of a tissue, her right eyebrow rose ever so slightly, in the tiniest acknowledgement of his peculiar choice of words. For some reason that made him even angrier. “And don’t you… don’t you DARE find my choice of words funny.” She shook her head furiously but even as she did so, a nervous smile played across her lips. “Stop – stop it right this minute!” His tone was becoming pleading now. He could feel the conversation slipping further off the course he’d planned out.”

 

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