Revolution No. 9
Chapter One
Carroll Monks was planning a trip to Ireland. His grandfather
had grown up near Kilrush, on the west coast, before emigrating
to the States. Monks had seen a photo of the place -- a stone
hovel in a barren field, miles from the nearest tiny village.
But Monks himself had never set foot on Irish soil. Why that was
so was a puzzle even to him. The only answer he could give was that
his life for the past thirty-odd years seemed to have been one long
struggle to stay on top of whatever he was doing, while stumbling toward
the next goal -- college, medical school, five years in the navy,
getting established in practice. Then marriage, children, divorce, and
the thousands of vicissitudes that went with all that. Most of the traveling
he had done had either been out of necessity, or vacations that
were aimed at pleasing his children.
But the lapse was still inexcusable, and he was going to rectify it,
come next March. He was not in search of his roots -- he intended to
make that clear to everybody he met. Mainly, he hoped to drink in
some good pubs, walk on deserted beaches, and listen to a ... read full excerpt from Revolution No. 9 ebook
