There they are, the holybugs, widows in their weeds and fat-ankled mothers with palsied children, all lined up before the snotgreen likeness of the Virgin, and McGahee and McCarey among them. This statue, alone among all the myriad three-foot-high snotgreen likenesses of the Virgin cast in plaster b…
The Miracle at Ballinspittle
T. Coraghessan Boyle
‘This statue, alone among all the myriad three-foot-high snotgreen likenesses of the Virgin cast in plaster by Finbarr Finnegan & Sons, Cork City, was seen one grim March afternoon some years back to move its limbs ever so slightly, as if seized suddenly by the need of a good sinew-cracking stretch.’
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Blue Sky Days
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Vladimir in Love
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The Transition
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T. Coraghessan Boyle
T. Coraghessan Boyle (b. 1948) is an American writer. He won the PEN/Faulkner award in 1988 for his novel, The World's End, and Drop City was a 2003 National Book Award Finalist. His most recent novel is The Harder They Come (2015). He is a Distinguished Professor of English at the University of Southern California.
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