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The Springs of Affection
Maeve Brennan
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Description for The Springs of Affection
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'And at last Min was released from the duty she had imposed on herself, to remain with him as long as he needed her.' In the stories that compose this 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. Brennan's subjects are ordinary people worn down by life, by its disappointments, its little humiliations. Yet they are also dreamers, defiantly hopeful of one day overstepping the narrow confines of ... Read more
'And at last Min was released from the duty she had imposed on herself, to remain with him as long as he needed her.' In the stories that compose this 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. Brennan's subjects are ordinary people worn down by life, by its disappointments, its little humiliations. Yet they are also dreamers, defiantly hopeful of one day overstepping the narrow confines of ... Read more
Product Details
Format
Paperback
Publication date
2023
Publisher
Peninsula Press Ltd
Condition
New
Number of Pages
240
Place of Publication
, United Kingdom
ISBN
9781913512255
SKU
9781913512255
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Ref
99-2
About Maeve Brennan
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.
Reviews for The Springs of Affection
'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