An outstanding debut novel set in Dublin from a young Irish novelist that echoes the poignant, comical and gritty voices of Roddy Doyle, Patrick McCabe, and Irvine Welsh.
Set in contemporary Dublin, this gritty, funny, and compelling novel is also a poignant exploration of grief, poverty, and love. Denny Cullen is just beginning his new life when he's called home to attend his mother's funeral. As he grieves for the loss of his mother, he must come to terms with a changed Dublin full of chaos and desperation, and he must ultimately decide what to keep, and what to leave behind. By turns hilarious and heart-breaking, Denny takes the reader on an unforgettable tour of twenty-first-century Dublin that is as irresistible as an expertly pulled pint of Guinness.
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|Title of Religion eBook: Ghosts and Lightning|
|Release Date: 12-29-2009|
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Ghosts and Lightning
—Ma's gone. Jesus Denny, yeh have to come home.
Your sister's words from the night before like some spiralling mantra, her voice slurred by drink and small-sounding, a lifetime away. You hadn't heard the accent for months.
You ended the call and still the words were there, dancing, odd and sad and haunted.
The nighttime ferry was packed, the mostly Irish passengers drunk and raucous, the eastern European crew hovering on the edges of things, tired and wary. You sat with your bag between your knees and watched.
And so you're here.
You pass through Dublin ferryport's unmanned ID checkpoints, your sports bag awkward and heavy as you shift it from one shoulder to the next, a tinny female voice on the loudspeaker announcing something with a Polish accent, something about luggage, the need to take care and a lack of liability, before being cut off as the automatic door sucks shut. Cold, salty air and a slight breeze. Behind you the ferry looms huge against the night sky, the Irish Sea beyond an immense glittering darkness. A b...