New Irish Fiction

Here are old friends and older fiends.' Stuart's pleasure in the short story is evidenced in these thirteen tales, culminating in the previously unpublished novella, 'The Traveller', which sees Jack Lennon (from The Final Silence) and his daughter Ellen McKenna, pitted against the unnamed assassin who is targeting them.

'Chilling, compassionate and compelling, Stuart Neville takes us straight to the dark heart of rural Ireland' Val McDermid A house built on secrets An old woman haunted by her past A young woman fighting for her life For Sara Keane, it was supposed to be a second chance. A new country.

A sweeping epic of interweaving tales concerning three families, their trials and tribulations, their lives and loves.

Tugtar ar thurais muid sna gearrscéalta seo, turais intinne, turais go críocha adaine, turais go tíortha atá stollta ag an choimhlint agus ag an athrach; ach is turais go croí na daonnachta iad go léir, le daoine atá ag cuartú saol dóchasach úr nó le daoine a bhfuil mórghluaiseachtaí daonna ag léiriú an éagthromais, feictear an daonnacht ina steillbheatha sna scéalta seo. Inste i nguth tomhaiste deisbhéalach, tá scéalaíocht Rann na Feirste i stíl liteartha chomhaimseartha an lae inniu le sonrú go soiléir sa tsaothar seo.

“Motherhood, anger, sex, meditation and gratitude swirl in the sea of these poems, and if the sea washes the shores of Corca Dhuibhne, the territory and the known terrain of her poetry in Irish, Dairena Ní Chinnéide is well able for the sea and its turning currents when she embarks on this voyage into English. Here in these poems her own place sings to us in its own tongue, as her own life sings back to the poet in all its rich variety of experience. Here are poems of rueful sorrow, informed reflection, earned intelligence and delight.” Theo Dorgan

Poems in The Mother House range from the broad, surprising narrative swerve of ‘She Was at the Haymaking’ and the mysterious wound in ‘A Journey’ to the exact detail of ‘the vessels tugging at their tether’ and the lighthouse keeper ‘watching the great revolving spokes / hitting the piled castles of spray’. Stories of historical figures (including the author’s relations) are filtered through tellings. Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin’s meticulous, probing art is like no other. As she writes in ‘Resemblances’, ‘Like everything that I deal with now the room / has a double, a frill of light surrounding it.’

Poems in The Mother House range from the broad, surprising narrative swerve of ‘She Was at the Haymaking’ and the mysterious wound in ‘A Journey’ to the exact detail of ‘the vessels tugging at their tether’ and the lighthouse keeper ‘watching the great revolving spokes / hitting the piled castles of spray’. Stories of historical figures (including the author’s relations) are filtered through tellings. Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin’s meticulous, probing art is like no other. As she writes in ‘Resemblances’, ‘Like everything that I deal with now the room / has a double, a frill of light surrounding it.’