_We are our stories. We tell them to stay alive or keep alive those who only live now in the telling. That's how it seems to me, being alive for a little while, the teller and the told._ So says Ruthie Swain. The bedridden daughter of a dead poet, home from college after a collapse (Something Amiss
History of the Rain
- Book ID
- 126907610
- Publisher
- Bloomsbury Publishing
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 1 MB
- Category
- Standards
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
✦ Synopsis
Man Booker Prize 2014 Longlist
We are our stories. We tell them to stay alive or keep alive those who only live now in the telling. That's how it seems to me, being alive for a little while, the teller and the told.So says Ruthie Swain. The bedridden daughter of a dead poet, home from college after a collapse (Something Amiss, the doctors say), she is trying to find her father through stories—and through generations of family history in County Clare (the Swains have the written stories, from salmon-fishing journals to poems, and the maternal MacCarrolls have the oral) and through her own writing (with its Superabundance of Style). Ruthie turns also to the books her father left behind, his library transposed to her bedroom and stacked on the floor, which she pledges to work her way through while she's still living.In her attic room, with the rain rushing down the windows, Ruthie writes Ireland, with its weather, its rivers, its lilts, and its lows. The stories she uncovers and recounts...
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