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In the stories that compose this scintillating collection, Maeve Brennan turns her anatomist's eye to the ugly feelings that teem just beneath the surface of family life - doing so, however, with an attention to detail that makes these unsparing portraits luminous and exquisite.
'These feel transparently modern, the way that Dubliners by Joyce feels modern...Brennan remains precise, unyielding: something lovely and unbearable is happening on the page.' - Anne Enright
Maeve Brennan left Ireland for American in 1934, when she was seventeen. In 1949, she joined the staff of The New Yorker, to which she contributed reviews, essays, and short stories. Maeve Brennan died in 1993 at the age of seventy-six.