"One of Trevor's finest works . . . Few living writers are capable of such mournful depth as William Trevor, and here he has given us an evensong to time itself."
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The Boston Globe "Trevor was and remains an author against whom other talents are measured. His work earns its place in the canon that 'time's esteem' will keep alive."
–The Economist "Mr. Trevor's pure observation and transparent prose should shame other writers."
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New York Sun "Beautifully drawn and revelatory. Beautifully drawn and revelatory."
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Harper's Magazine "Beautiful and devastating . . . Trevor has once again captured the terrible beauty of Ireland's fate, and the fate of us all-at the mercy of history, circumstance, and the vicissitudes of time."
–Alice McDermott,
The Atlantic Monthly "From the award-winning author of
Felicia's Journey and
My House in Umbria, a new novel that may well be his masterpiece."
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Philadelphia Inquirer
