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Marie Mc Gann |
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The Drawbridge
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Format: Original Paperback |
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Category: Fiction |
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ISBN: 0 86322 271 4 |
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Publication Date: Available |
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Description “Isn’t it good? Marie McGann is a real find. She writes with the exhilaration and defiance of youth and the wisdom of age. A moving and triumphant novel.” Fay Weldon
"This is a first novel with the kind of story established writers would die to produce . . . A page-turner, a delight, a revelation . . . I loved this one." The Irish Times
Brid Finucane lives in a state of ordered chaos in both her head and her house. When her husband disappears, she is forced to confront her past and its sad consequence, together with lone motherhood, alcoholism and a Polish war hero as a suitor. Her swirls of emotion are compounded by her position as an expatriate Irishwoman living in a North London suburb.
She involves herself with the charming Adam Barowski and faces the terrifying possibility of falling in love for the first time. But when Brid’s husband Stanley, after a long absence, sends a message from the Sudan, Brid is forced to work towards her most major life decision.
Set amongst the Polish community in Crouch End, this exceptional novel explores both Irish and Polish experiences of alienation, while at its core it is a story about the hard choices in a woman’s life: choices about love and independence, loyalty and dependence. |
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Author Marie McGann was born in a village in County Galway in the west of Ireland; she trained as a nurse before entering university to study dentistry. While at Galway university she met and soon married a Polish Battle of Britain pilot, moving to Crouch End in London.
There she worked as a dentist for the Haringey Health Authority and became part of the Polish community, learning their language and singing their songs. After twenty-three years of marriage, she was amicably divorced and now still lives in Crouch End with her two cats and her wild garden. She is currently working on her second novel, Sparks Among the Stubble.
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