![]() ![]() She drove through villages where unemployed men stood on street corners and dragged on cigarettes, or ambled up and down between the chip shop and the bookie’s, past walls which bore Republican graffiti or incongruously glamorous advertisements on huge hoardings. ![]() She drove through pinched villages where the edges of the footpaths were painted red, white and blue, where there were Orange Lodges and locked churches through more prosperous towns with their memorials from the Great War and their baskets of lobelia and fuchsia hanging from brackets from the street lamps, with their Tidy Town awards on burnished plaques and their proper shopfronts. Swatragh and Draperstown Magherafelt and Toome Plumbridge and Castledawson: her family couldn’t understand her interest in these places. ![]() It has a double narrative, part of which describes their childhood and shows the impact of the political changes and the violence of the late-1960s upon the people of Ulster, as the wholeness and coherence of early childhood gradually break down. A story about three Northern Irish sisters. ![]()
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