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Imprint: Vintage
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Published: 06/02/2020
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ISBN: 9781784708764
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Length: 256 Pages
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RRP: £8.99
'A poignant, piercing meditation on middle age and the passing of time… will linger with you long after the book is closed' Claire Kilroy, Guardian
On a bitterly cold winter’s afternoon, Michael and Caitlin escape their unhappy marriages to keep an illicit rendezvous. Once a month, for the past quarter of a century, Coney Island has been their haven; these precious, hidden hours their only nourishment. But now, amid the howling of an angry snowstorm, the shut-down, out-of-season resort feels like the edge of the world. And their lives, suddenly, are on the brink – with news of serious illness on one side, and a move to the Midwest on the other.
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Imprint: Vintage
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Published: 06/02/2020
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ISBN: 9781784708764
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Length: 256 Pages
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RRP: £8.99
Reviews
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"Billy O’Callaghan’s new novel grips from the opening page. The stride of his sentences is long and powerful, his vision raw. A spectrum of intensities from grief to love is revealed as relationships unfold with an honesty that is utterly believable."
Bernard MacLaverty
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"O’Callaghan [has made a] significant achievement in this fine novel… Good books remind us of other good books and in its treatment of adultery this one calls to mind thematic ancestors such as Madame Bovary, Anna Karenina and The Scarlet Letter."
Bert Wright, Sunday Times
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"A poignant, piercing meditation on middle age and the passing of time… these characters will linger with you long after the book is closed."
Claire Kilroy, Guardian
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"Quiet, subtle and deeply moving… This is a fine novel, with elegance and wisdom lying beneath an unpretentious surface and O’Callaghan, a gifted writer, has managed to do that most difficult of things: take a quiet, almost everyday story and transform it into a thing of beauty."
John Boyne, Irish Times
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"[My Coney Island Baby] is the story of two ordinary people trapped in their ordinary lives. But in the hands of O’Callaghan it is magnified to the truly extraordinary. A great tragedy. I long thought Anita Brookner the high priestess when it comes to telling the tales of loneliness and defeat. But she’s now got company."
Anne Cunningham, Sunday Independent
