This is such an interesting, brilliant, at times frustrating book. It left me wanting something more, but at the same time I’m very glad I read it.
Seamas O’Reilly is the author of one of the funniest Twitter threads of all time (that link goes to him re-posting it on Bluesky years later; I assume that Seamas, like all sane people, is no longer on Twitter, but I wouldn’t know as I am a sane person), as well as the author of one of the best and funniest memoirs I’ve ever read. This is his first foray into fiction: a novel about a film crew coming to Derry, Northern Ireland to make a TV series about The Troubles and the violence in that city decades earlier.
The structure of the book took me awhile to grasp, because it doesn’t necessarily read like a novel. Each chapter is from a different first person point of view; what I realized a few chapters in is that every second chapter is from the point of view of the screenwriter who’s written the series, and the alternating chapters are all from the perspectives of different people in the town who are, one way or another, involved with or aware of the planned TV show.
The actual plot of the novel, insofar as there is one, is that just before filming is about to start, the American actress who’s been hired to play the lead in this Northern Irish drama, goes missing. Everyone speculates about where she might be and what might have happened to her, but her disappearance doesn’t really become central to the story till the very last couple of chapters. What’s central, instead, is how the various characters feel about their history, their tragedies, being fodder for commercial television — ranging from those who are horrified at the thought of reliving it all and think the past shouldn’t be dragged up again, to those who can’t wait to get a background role and make a few bucks off it.
It takes a long time to see the threads come together, to see how what happened in the past is still impacting what’s happening in the story’s today, and when it was finished I wanted to go back and read it again (haven’t yet, but may) just to see those connections more clearly. If there’s a flaw here, I think that it’s that the book is quite short and that none of the characters’ perspectives, except for that of the screenwriter, is used more than once. So we dip in and out of characters’ viewpoints very quickly, don’t return to them, and in the end the reader has to do quite a bit of the work in seeing how they all connect both thematically and plotwise.
However, I am not opposed to a novel that asks me to do a bit of the work, and the thing that makes Prestige Drama such a joy is not the plot anyway — it’s the voice, the energy, the humour and the tragedy, the brilliant figures of speech and turns of phrase, that run through these character monologues. O’Reilly captures not just the accent of Derry but the specific voices of each of these people, and the way he plays with language is such a tour de force that I could hardly look away. I can’t wait to see what he does next.