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320 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1969
Tuesday Evening, 1916
I heard the front door slam, the feet clattering up the stairs like the rataplan of drums. The door flew back and rebounded as he charged in, wet as a shag, full of the excitement and urgency of action. I would have asked him who was chasing him only the violence and grimness I sensed shut my mouth on the words. He said nothing. He swiftly crossed the room, a slish of oilskins drippling water, and dragged the tin trunk from under his bed.
"What is it?" I said. "What's up?"
He had two guns in there, the one he settled Amos Frost with and the unlicensed one the police knew nothing about. He checked and pocketed that and pushed the trunk back. (p.11)
... wet as a shag ... a slish of oilskins... can't you just see him standing there, in his Driza-Bone?In this poignant and eventful novel D'Arcy Niland presents the question: What really happens when the ordinary world of evasion and pretence meets a man who is completely honest?
Starkey Moore is this man, an island unto himself, impartial to mores or morals, traditional thinking or his fellows' opinion. Yet he is no figure from a morality play; he is vital, humorous, courageous and completely shocking, as unadorned truth and candour always must be. Across his path comes the young, lonely Joey, his very opposite, tender, vacillatory, carnal and priggish by turns, needing a hero and insisting upon finding one.
This story of friendship and archaic disaster is played out against a remote landscape during a flare-up of nationalistic rage and hysteria.
The mellow meditative style conceals a steely framework of tense and suspenseful story. With a Kazantzakis-like simplicity and inevitability D'Arcy Niland leads the reader towards the crashing last chapter.
This is D'Arcy Niland's last novel, finished only a short time before he died, and this book contains the full story as it was written.