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Attempting to rebuild her life after a violent relationship, Maggie Turner, a successful young artist, moves from London to Allihies and buys an ancient abandoned cottage. Keen to concentrate on her art, she is captivated by the wild beauty of her surroundings.



After renovations, she hosts a house-warming weekend for friends. A drunken game with a Ouija board briefly descends into something more sinister, as Maggie apparently channels a spirit who refers to himself simply as 'The Master'. The others are visibly shaken, but the day after the whole thing is easily dismissed as the combination of suggestion and alcohol.



Maggie immerses herself in her painting, but the work devolves, day by day, until her style is no longer recognisable. She glimpses things, hears voices, finds herself drawn to certain areas: a stone circle in the nearby hills, the reefs at the west end of the beach behind her home ... A compelling modern ghost story from a supremely talented writer.



From the Costa Short Story Award Finalist, Billy O'Callaghan.



‘a welcome voice to the pantheon of new Irish writing’ - Edna O’Brien

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O'Callaghan slowly unsettles the reader, line by line, as reality is questioned ... skilfully conjures up a sense of dread, while at the same time creating a psychological internal terror for his characters ... a superb debut novel from an extremely skilled Irish writer Evening Echo the all-nighter read ... from the very first chapter, there's an eerily beautiful stillness to Billy O'Callaghan's debut ... an engrossing, striking debut from an Irish talent Image Magazine beautifully eerie tale, a feast for your eyes, a torment for your mind. The exquisite cover immediately called to me, I found myself bewitched and reaching out to touch it. A house sits at the centre of this tale, a house bought as a means to escape, to reconnect, to exist at one with the surroundings. Michael invites us to listen to a story, and he paints a picture for you to taste, to feel. The descriptions are striking, particularly of the people, filling my eye and mind with their essence. Yet a trickle of unease hovers over the pages, encouraging thoughts to flicker, leaving you teetering on the edge of fear. Billy O'Callaghan writes with a skilfully light touch, this isn't a terrifying, afraid to sit in the dark tale, it's more subtle than that, instead it will creep inside minds, slice a little space for itself, and take up residence. 'The Dead House', with a shiver-inducing final few pages, is a wonderfully mesmerising read, and I loved it Lovereading a skilfull, entertaining piece of work: a traditional ghost story in the best possible sense ... The Dead House fulfils its formal obligations with subtlety and grace ... in particular, Michaels' voice ... affords considerable readerly pleasure ... O'Callaghan's descriptive prose reaches impressive heights Sunday Business Post Busy week for book delivery but this one wins best cover @OBrienPress -- RTE's Arts correspondent Sinead Crowley A moving work that builds to an elegiac climax and is a welcome voice to the pantheon of new Irish writing. -- Edna O'Brien I know of no writer on either side of the Atlantic who is better at exploring the human spirit under assault ... O'Callaghan is a treasure of the English language. Robert Olen Butler, Pulitzer Prize-winning author The Things We Lose, The Things We Leave Behind [is a] masterclass in understatement Dermot Bolger, Irish Independent moments of insight and profundity which could only come from the mind of one who has known intimately the heartache and loss experienced by the characters he writes about ... superlative writing Writerful Books, Australia

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  • フォーマット: Kindle版
  • ファイルサイズ: 517 KB
  • 紙の本の長さ: 128 ページ
  • 出版社: Brandon (2017/5/1)
  • 販売: Amazon Services International, Inc.
  • 言語: 英語
  • ASIN: B01N5QG3GJ
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5つ星のうち 4.0 The Dead House 2017/5/28
投稿者 Cphe - (Amazon.com)
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A chilling tale of haunting and possession set in Ireland near the small town of Allihes. The story is narrated by Michael Simmons whose good friend Maggie buys a run down house and tries to get her life back together after an abusive relationship.

This is a concisely written story, well delivered. There is an air of malevolence throughout that is quite understated and therefore more sinister. A tale of coming to terms with the inexplicable. Well written, I like the author's style.
5つ星のうち 5.0 Top Notch Writing, Riveting Story! 2017/6/9
投稿者 claire ford fullerton - (Amazon.com)
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I’ve been following author Billy O’Callaghan’s career with rapt enthusiasm, since I fortuitously came across him last year on LinkedIn. That he is Irish caught my attention, and as I delved further, I discovered he is the author of three short story collections, all of which I’ve read, all of which, to me, are in their own league and genre of what can only be classified as literary excellence. And so it was that I awaited the release of The Dead House, O’Callaghan’s first novel, and subsequently tore through it in three sittings. It’s the type of book you can’t put down, yet when you do, it stays with you.
In a first person voice unlike any other I’ve ever come across, O’Callaghan gifts us with a story that unfolds in just the way you’d want to hear it by the fireside: it is confessional, it is insightful, it is no-nonsense and direct, yet wields evocative words slipped in so seamlessly that the reader is pulled into the fantastic story in cresting waves that move the story forward while explaining the inner workings of the narrator’s vantage point. The reader understands the narrator, art dealer Michael Simmons, right out of the gate. He lays his cards on the table with no apology as he tells about his client, young, vulnerable, and frail painter, Maggie Turner, with whom he cultivates a mentor-like relationship verging on that of siblings, as he guides her career. That Michael is devoted to Maggie’s overall well-being helps us understand his acceptance of her capricious tendencies, and so it is that when Maggie decides to move from London to an isolated, desolate seaside location on Ireland’s rugged west coast, Michael has reservations, yet chalks them up to her artistic temperament needing artistic space.
The Dead House’s story is centered on one fateful night, during a weekend house party at Maggie’s renovated, pre-famine Irish cottage that involves a small group of friends, a bottle of whiskey, and a Ouija board. Everything careens in spine-tingling plausibility from there, in a dynamic that begins in seemingly harmless fun, yet quickly turns off-kilter with unintended consequences that sneak up over the readers shoulder with such disturbance that this book is best not read at night. And yet I’d be hard-pressed to label The Dead House a ghost story; though it is that, it is more. It is a treatise on friendship, a look at the ambiguity of new love, a tip-of-the-hat to Ireland’s storied past, and a lyrical love song to the unfathomable beauty of Ireland’s haunted, windswept terrain.
Let me now confess something I’ve never done before, after reading the last line of this book: I went back to the first page and began again. The reason I did this is because I was nowhere near ready or willing to let the narrator’s voice go; I was too invested, I was too concerned, and the fact that the story is so suspenseful that I read it with white-knuckled urgency made me fully aware, even as I read, that I simply had to go back and revisit its artful language. I’ll site an example of O’Callaghan’s genius with language here: “Another Sunday. Christ, the fools that time can make of us.” But I’m gushing. Because O’Callaghan deserves it.
All praise The Dead House. I loved every line of this compelling book.
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