âIt seemed as if the town of Carn, a huddled clump of windswept grey buildings split in two by a muddied main street, had somehow been spirited away and supplanted by a thriving, bustling place which bore no resemblance whatever to it.
For a split second, she saw her own death, a gunmetal face fixed on the sky, all around the faces and voices of Carn as she had known it. Josie Keenan had come home to the town of Carn, the only home she knewâ
âA unique record by somebody who understands that the reality of small-town life is as important in literature as any aspect of Ireland . . . a savage, raw and bitter honesty . . . I know no Irish writer with such an obvious, extraordinary talentâ Dermot Bolger, Sunday Independent
âPowerful, precise writing â Patrick McCabeâs Carn introduces one of the most promising writers in a long, long timeâ Bill Buford, Granta
âResolute . . . the writing is raw and didactic. His story bears the hideous ring of authenticityâ Guardian
âStylishly narrated, but with the chronological forthrightness that comes as a benison after some modern novelsâ London Review of Books
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