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0 reviewsWith this magnificently assured new novel, John McGahern reminds us why he has been called the Irish Chekhov, as he guides readers into a village in rural Ireland and deftly, compassionately traces its natural rhythms and the inner lives of its people. Here are the Ruttledges, who have forsaken the glitter of London to raise sheep and cattle, gentle Jamesie Murphy, whose appetite for gossip both charms and intimidates his neighbors, handsome John Quinn, perennially on the look-out for a new wife, and the town’s richest man, a gruff, self-made magnate known as “the Shah.”
“Ireland’s finest living fiction writer.… A gripping, poignant book.”—Chicago Tribune
“This is the Irish temper, free of all the caricatures.… Writing this true, this unaffected—no wonder we celebrate the Irish.”—The Dallas Morning News
“Wonderful.… No body of water has been so lovingly revered since Henry David Thoreau went to the woods.”—The Christian Science Monitor
“Has the appeal of a letter from home.… Wonderfully engaging.”—Newsday
“McGahern’s characters step in time with the gentle rhythms of the land, with the flowering of the whitethorn, the hum of the bees in clover and the annual migrations of the birds.… His lyrical, almost painterly evocation of the activities he knows so intimately is well-displayed here.”—The Washington Post
