Issyvoo

… at some points Francie is ahead of us—Hey yup! away and off up the street on his travels—while at others he is painfully slow to catch on, oblivious to the writing on the wall.

… we observe the transformation of the narrator from the impoverished and outcast child in the Ireland of the Sixties into obsessed killer, while remaining fairly cheerful. It is as though Stephen King had learned how to write.