Does it seem an awful lot of Booker winners have a theme like this? The Inheritance of Loss, The Sea, The God of Small Things, all involved long-term effects of some disaster in someone's childhood. Atonement -- wait, that one didn't win. How did that happen?
Anyway, I enjoyed the narrator's voice in The Gathering -- had that cutting Irish humor that spares nothing and no one, not even the narrator herself -- and things came together in a moving yet mostly believable way at the end. It was something of a downer, though, a long gray day of a novel that seems endless. I'm in no hurry to pick up another Enright.