William Boyle has a pointillist’s eye for detail, and in Saint of the Narrows Street, you can smell the cigarette smoke and desperation wafting from the dive bar and the freezer lasagna reheated when the priest drops by uninvited.
William Boyle has a pointillist’s eye for detail, and in Saint of the Narrows Street, you can smell the cigarette smoke and desperation wafting from the dive bar and the freezer lasagna reheated when the priest drops by uninvited.
