Walk the Blue Fields : 'Pure magic.' Colm Toibin
An Irish Times Top 100 Irish Books of the 21st Century
'Exquisite . so intricately wrought, so strange and beguiling as to entirely bewitch.' Guardian
'Pure magic.' Colm Toibin
'Lyrical, thoughtful, but with a thick, dark strain of melancholy running through.' Independent on Sunday
A long-haired woman moves into the priest's house and sets fire to his furniture. That Christmas, the electricity goes out.
A forester mortgages his land and goes off to a seaside town looking for a wife. He finds a woman eating alone in the hotel.
A farmer wakes half-naked and realises the money is almost gone.
And in the title story, a priest waits on the altar for a bride and battles, all that wedding day, with his memories of a love affair.
In her long-awaited second collection, Claire Keegan observes an Ireland wrestling with its past.
An Irish Times Top 100 Irish Books of the 21st Century
'Exquisite . so intricately wrought, so strange and beguiling as to entirely bewitch.' Guardian
'Pure magic.' Colm Toibin
'Lyrical, thoughtful, but with a thick, dark strain of melancholy running through.' Independent on Sunday
A long-haired woman moves into the priest's house and sets fire to his furniture. That Christmas, the electricity goes out.
A forester mortgages his land and goes off to a seaside town looking for a wife. He finds a woman eating alone in the hotel.
A farmer wakes half-naked and realises the money is almost gone.
And in the title story, a priest waits on the altar for a bride and battles, all that wedding day, with his memories of a love affair.
In her long-awaited second collection, Claire Keegan observes an Ireland wrestling with its past.
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An Irish Times Top 100 Irish Books of the 21st Century
'Exquisite . so intricately wrought, so strange and beguiling as to entirely bewitch.' Guardian
'Pure magic.' Colm Toibin
'Lyrical, thoughtful, but with a thick, dark strain of melancholy running through.' Independent on Sunday
A long-haired woman moves into the priest's house and sets fire to his furniture. That Christmas, the electricity goes out.
A forester mortgages his land and goes off to a seaside town looking for a wife. He finds a woman eating alone in the hotel.
A farmer wakes half-naked and realises the money is almost gone.
And in the title story, a priest waits on the altar for a bride and battles, all that wedding day, with his memories of a love affair.
In her long-awaited second collection, Claire Keegan observes an Ireland wrestling with its past.
