Beautiful prose, gentle, thoughtful, and respectful of the locale and its folk, McGinley leads the reader down the proverbial garden path to something irrevocably dark and sad. This small gem of a novel could be described as a meditation on rural life, on tribalism, on family loyalties, and perhaps even on the long-lasting brutal effect of British colonialism, particularly on isolated villagers. There were many times when this reader paused to recall the Jim Sheridan film, The Field, which was based on a John Keane play. It had the same skewed take on a "slice of life" of the Irish. Nothing is predictable, except perhaps for one to expect a shocking ending.