Bringing delusional Brexiteers to senses

Colm Tóibín is an awful man for getting inside your head, writes Michael Clifford. 

He writes clean, deceptively simple prose that initially appears to be devoid of style. On first reading one of his novels, I found it easy to put down. But once away from the page, something kept pulling me back. It’s as if the author manages to burgle your imagination while you’re looking the other way.

Prior to embarking on a successful career as a novelist, Tóibín began his writing life as a journalist. In that capacity, he wrote in 1986 an arresting account of literally walking the length of the border between the North and the Republic.