Small Things Like These
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Shortlisted for the 2022 Booker Prize
"A hypnotic and electrifying Irish tale that transcends country, transcends time." —Lily King, New York Times bestselling author of Writers & Lovers
Small Things Like These is award-winning author Claire Keegan's landmark new novel, a tale of one man's courage and a remarkable portrait of love and family
It is 1985 in a small Irish town. During the weeks leading up to Christmas, Bill Furlong, a coal merchant and family man faces into his busiest season. Early one morning, while delivering an order to the local convent, Bill makes a discovery which forces him to confront both his past and the complicit silences of a town controlled by the church.
An international bestseller, Small Things Like These is a deeply affecting story of hope, quiet heroism, and empathy from one of our most critically lauded and iconic writers.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The writing reminded me of the classics! It is so elaborately written that I felt even punctuation was of grave importance! I am so glad this was my last book for 2022!
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Claire Keegan’s spare prose and slow-burning plot make this novella a joy to read. It’s one of those books that settles into your soul and leaves your mind grappling with the contradictions of history and social mores. Of what it means to be ethical, caring, human.
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5A touching and moving story. Paced perfectly and depicts the nuances of doing the right thing when it is societally unacceptable. I will be thinking about this story for a long time!
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5interesting view into the history of ireland, narration was a bit weird about women, for example " It was easy to understand why women feared men with their physical strength and lust and social powers, but women, with their canny intuitions, were so much deeper: they could predict what was to come long before it came, dream it overnight, and read your mind" when looking at his very young daughter
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Small Things Like These - Claire Keegan
SMALL
THINGS
LIKE
THESE
Also by Claire Keegan
ANTARCTICA
WALK THE BLUE FIELDS
FOSTER
SMALL
THINGS
LIKE
THESE
CLAIRE KEEGAN
Grove Press
New York
Copyright © 2021 by Claire Keegan
Jacket design by Gretchen Mergenthaler
Jacket illustration: Dublin Under Snow, by Robert Gibbings. Courtesy of the Estate of Robert Gibbings and the Heather Chalcroft Literary Agency.
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First published in the United Kingdom in 2021 by Faber & Faber Limited.
Published simultaneously in Canada
Printed in the United States of America
First Grove Atlantic Hardcover edition: November 2021
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication data is available for this title.
ISBN 978-0-8021-5874-1
eISBN 978-0-8021-5875-8
Grove Press
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This story is dedicated to the women and children who suffered time in Ireland’s mother and baby homes and Magdalen laundries.
And for Mary McCay, teacher.
‘The Irish Republic is entitled to, and hereby claims, the allegiance of every Irishman and Irishwoman. The Republic guarantees religious and civil liberty, equal rights and equal opportunities to all its citizens, and declares its resolve to pursue the happiness and prosperity of the whole nation and of all its parts, cherishing all of the children of the nation equally.’
Excerpt from ‘The Proclamation
of the Irish Republic’, 1916
1
In October there were yellow trees. Then the clocks went back the hour and the long November winds came in and blew, and stripped the trees bare. In the town of New Ross, chimneys threw out smoke which fell away and drifted off in hairy, drawn-out strings before dispersing along the quays, and soon the River Barrow, dark as stout, swelled up with rain.
The people, for the most part, unhappily endured the weather: shop-keepers and tradesmen, men and women in the post office and the dole queue, the mart, the coffee shop and supermarket, the bingo hall, the pubs and the chipper all commented, in their own ways, on the cold and what rain had fallen, asking what was in it – and could there be something in it – for who could believe that there, again, was another raw-cold day? Children pulled their hoods up before facing out to school, while their mothers, so used now to ducking their heads and running to the clothesline, or hardly daring to hang anything out at all, had little faith in getting so much as a shirt dry before evening. And then the nights came on and the frosts took hold again, and blades of cold slid under doors and cut the knees off those who still knelt to say the rosary.
Down in the yard, Bill Furlong, the coal and timber merchant, rubbed his hands, saying if things carried on as they were, they would soon need a new set of tyres for the lorry.
‘She’s on the road every hour of the day,’ he told his men. ‘We could soon be on the rims.’
And it was true: hardly had one customer left the yard before another arrived in, fresh on their heels, or the phone rang – with almost everyone saying they wanted delivery now or soon, that next week wouldn’t do.
Furlong sold coal, turf, anthracite, slack and logs. These were ordered by the hundredweight, the half hundredweight or the full tonne or lorry load. He also sold bales of briquettes, kindling and bottled gas. The coal was the dirtiest work and had, in winter, to be collected monthly, off the quays. Two full days it took for the men to collect, carry, sort and weigh it all out, back at the yard. Meanwhile, the Polish and Russian boatmen were a novelty going about town in their fur caps and long, buttoned coats, with hardly a word of English.
During busy times like these, Furlong made most of the deliveries himself, leaving the yardmen to bag up the next orders and cut and split the loads of felled trees the farmers brought in. Through the mornings, the saws and shovels could be heard going hard at it, but when the Angelus bell rang, at noon, the men laid down their tools, washed the black off their hands, and went round to Kehoe’s, where they were fed hot dinners with soup, and fish & chips on Fridays.
‘The empty sack cannot stand,’ Mrs Kehoe liked to say, standing behind her new buffet counter, slicing up the meat and dishing out the veg and mash with her long, metal spoons.
Gladly, the men sat down to thaw out and eat their fill before having a smoke and facing back out into the cold again.
2
Furlong had come from nothing. Less than nothing, some might say. His mother, at the age of sixteen, had fallen pregnant while working as a domestic for Mrs Wilson, the Protestant widow who lived in the big house a few miles outside of town. When his mother’s trouble became known, and her people made it clear that they’d have no more to do with her, Mrs Wilson, instead of giving his mother her walking papers, told her she should stay on, and keep her work. On the morning Furlong was born, it was