Just when you think you know where the story is headed, she reveals another thread. “In A River of Crows, Shanessa Gluhm spins a complex web of murder and family revelation that propels the reader forward at a breakneck pace. What she discovers will shock her small community and turn her family upside down.Ī River of Crows is a tale of family secrets, deception, and revenge perfect for fans of Julia Heaberlin and Jennifer Hillier.
When the body of another boy is found, Sloan begins to question what really happened to her brother all those years ago. There, she is shocked to hear a crow muttering the same syllable over and over: Ridge, Ridge, Ridge. Overwhelmed by memories and unanswered questions, Sloan returns to the last place her brother was seen all those years ago: Crow’s Nest Creek. In the middle of a bitter divorce, she’s forced to return to her rural Texas hometown when her mother is discharged from a mental health facility. Now, twenty years later, Sloan’s life is unraveling. Ridge’s body was never recovered, and Sloan’s mother-a brilliant ornithologist-slowly descended into madness, insisting her son was still alive. Their father, a good-natured Vietnam veteran prone to violent outbursts, was arrested and charged with murder. In 1988, Sloan Hadfield’s brother Ridge went fishing with their father and never came home. Within this rich collection of poems written over the course of several decades, shot through with keen observation, emotion and humour, Tóibín offers us lines and verses to provoke, ponder and cherish. The poems reflect a life well-travelled and well-lived from growing up in the town of Enniscorthy, wandering the streets of Dublin and Barcelona, and crossing the bridges of Venice to visiting the White House, readers will travel through familiar locations and new destinations through Tóibín's unique lens. Vinegar Hill explores the liminal space between private experiences and public events as Tóibín examines a wide range of subjects – politics, queer love, reflections on literary and artistic greats, living through COVID, memory and a fading past, and facing mortality. He waited a few days for me to settle in before introducing himself and returned daily to recite a few more lines from the poem as a prelude to conversation.Winner of the David Cohen Prize for Literature 2021.įrom the highly acclaimed author of Brooklyn, Colm Tóibín's first collection of poetry explores sexuality, religion and belonging through a modern lens.įans of Colm Tóibín's novels, including The Magician, The Master and Nora Webster, will relish the opportunity to re-encounter Tóibín in verse. I worked in Town Planning on the 12th floor and he worked in Staff Resources on the 3rd. The office secretary had warned me that a "playboy" had seen me waiting for my interview a month earlier and that he would be back to meet me when I started work. If it hadn't been for his spectacular heart-fluttering grin and the fact that I was intrigued by this stranger's unusual pick-up line I would have turned away in embarrassment.
He proceeded to recite one of the many verses of Reynard the Fox to me. When M, a complete stranger, sat down next to my desk during the first week of my first job (I was 18 and he was 28) he was not to know that I disliked the poem. One of the poems we learned by heart at school was John Masefield's, Reynard's Last Run, a poem about fox hunting which I found quite upsetting.
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