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ISBN 1 84659 003 5
Genre: Fiction
Publication: 9 March 2006
Format: 13 x 20 cm
Edition: Paperback
Pages: 170pp
Price: £8.99

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About the Editor
Rebecca O'Connor is Telegram's commissioning editor. She received a bursary from the Arts Council of Ireland to complete her debut novel He is Mine and I Have No Other.
About the Contributors
You will find... ruminations on fellatio, extreme ironing, depilation, and a Catholic education, among other things...

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Scéalta: Short Stories by Irish Women

Edited by Rebecca O'Connor

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The short story is one of Ireland's national treasures, and within these pages are some of its finest practitioners — from such established names as Julia O'Faolain, Claire Keegan and Christine Dwyer Hickey, to the exciting new voices of Judy Kravis, Eithne McGuinness and Cherry Smyth.

Here we have stories of dysfunctional marriages, abnormal goings on in rural outposts, urban alienation, and kitchen sink dramas where the woman is no longer tied to the kitchen sink but railing against past wrongs. Issues of domestic violence, child abuse, and abortion are laid startlingly bare. The voices are bold, unsentimental, often very funny, and always deeply affecting.


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Claire Keegan, Scéalta contributor, won first prize in the Francis McManus Irish short story award.
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'An interesting and distinctive read ... yet another barometer of the current health of the Irish short story.'

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Excerpts
'It must keep you warm at night,' he said. I'd never thought of it. The word 'warm' rubbed up against 'at night' and made a buzz in the room I'd been listening out for. His bungalow was in a crescent that used to be a field and I could hear other children playing on the green circle of new grass in front of the houses, as if they were in another part of his house.

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