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NOW A MAJOR MOTION PICTURE STARRING CILLIAN MURPHY
A SUNDAY TIMES AND IRISH TIMES BESTSELLER
A TOP 5 IRISH TIMES 100 BEST IRISH BOOKS OF THE 21ST CENTURY
A NEW YORK TIMES 100 BEST BOOKS OF THE 21ST CENTURY
WINNER OF THE ORWELL PRIZE AND THE KERRY GROUP IRISH NOVEL OF THE YEAR AWARD
SHORTLISTED FOR THE BOOKER PRIZE, THE RATHBONES FOLIO PRIZE AND THE IRISH NOVEL OF THE YEAR AT THE DALKEY LITERARY AWARDS
'Exquisite.' Damon Galgut
'Masterly.' The Times
'Miraculous.' Herald
'Astonishing.' Colm Tóibín
'Stunning.' Sunday Independent
'Absolutely beautiful.' Douglas Stuart
It is 1985, in an Irish town. During the weeks leading up to Christmas, Bill Furlong, a coal and timber merchant, faces into his busiest season. As he does the rounds, he feels the past rising up to meet him - and encounters the complicit silences of a people controlled by the Church.
Claire Keegan's book Small Things Like These was a Sunday Times Bestseller w/c 05-11-2022
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No better feeling than reading a book that makes you excited to discover everything its author has ever written... This is a tale of courage and compassion, of good sons and vulnerable young mothers. Absolutely beautiful. -- Douglas Stuart
A short, masterful novel . . . Detailed, insightful and written with striking economy of language . . . a timely and powerful book. ― Irish Times
Powerful and affecting and very timely. Small Things Like These is not just about Ireland, it's about the world, and it asks profound questions about complicity, about the hope and difficulty of change, and the complex nature of restitution . . . A single one of Keegan's grounded, powerful sentences can contain volumes of social history. Every word is the right word in the right place, and the effect is resonant and deeply moving. -- Hilary Mantel
Keegan's novella is perfectly titled: all its power lies in its understatement; all its heft in its apparent weightlessness . . . Keegan is the goddess of small things. Her ability to conjure whole worlds from a few words; an entire relationship from a handful of exchanges, is little short of miraculous . . . Small Things Like These assures us we are all capable of doing the right thing, and that goodness, like misery, can be handed on from man to man. It is a literary state of grace. ― Herald
Breathtaking . . . [a] stunning new work . . . gripping and subtly emotionally charged from start to finish. ― Sunday Independent
Truly great . . . quietly radical -- Ali Smith ― Guardian
A genuine once-in-a-generation writer whose dedication to her craft is as meticulous as it is masterly. ― The Times
Outstanding . . . Written with barely a word out of place, Keegan's exquisite novel brims with fury at the Irish towns whose silence effectively sanctioned for decades untold abuses at the heart of their communities. ***** ― Metro
A feat of compression, concerned with the nature of goodness and the texture of everyday life . . . [A] snowglobe of a story that fits a whole bustling, striving, yearning world into 114 finely wrought pages. ― Sunday Times
A powerful, haunting drama . . . essential reading. ― Sunday Business Post
A story of quiet bravery, set in an Irish community in denial of its central secret. Beautiful, clear, economic writing and an elegant structure dense with moral themes. -- Booker Judges, 2022
Make no mistake, a new novel from the author of Antarctica, Walk the Blue Fields and Foster is a literary event, and Small Things Like These, her first book in 11 years, and only 97 pages long, serves as a vivid reminder that in this case, less is definitely more. ― RTE Culture
A sublime, emotive story, the kind you emerge from as if having been away for a very long time: unsure, at first, how to continue with your own life. ― Guardian
A miracle of concision, compressing the usually capacious novel form into diamond ― Guardian
Keegan's fiction makes most novels look too fancy; her short stories make most prose seem too plain. Her inner and outer landscapes, the palpable and the imagined, are all of a piece. You think you are just looking - it turns out you are travelling. ― London Review of Books
