In Donal Ryan’s compact debut novel, “The Spinning Heart,” effects of the economic downturn ripple through an Irish village whose laborers, flush during the boom, have been left in the lurch now that the local developer, Pokey Burke, has skipped town.
The spinning heart of the title, a decorative ornament on a cottage gate, “skewered on a rotating hinge,” is an apt image both for the town’s collective heartache and for the narrative progression, which moves continuously from one villager to the next, 21 narrators (and chapters) in all. Each speaker has been wounded — by the economy as well as by grim parents, cruel lovers,