It is the summer of 1960 at Kelsha in rural Wicklow where Annie Dunne, an impoverished and proud spinster who has known better times, lives out her days on a farm owned by her cousin Sarah. Annie’s nephew and his wife leave their young son and daughter in the care of elderly Annie and Sarah while they are in London preparing for their family’s eventual relocation there. Concurrently, Annie’s already shaky sense of security is threatened, testing her mettle to its limits.
There are moments of beauty in this story, bolstered by the fulsomeness of Barry’s writing. Barry justifies his prose: “If you listen carefully for how people are talking to you in Ireland, in certain districts, it is quite elaborate, there is a strangeness to it.”
An interesting aside is that Annie Dunne was a real person: the author’s father’s aunt and, in his boyhood, his “favorite person on God’s earth.” And, like the boy in the story, Barry lived with her at Kelsha one summer in his youth.