In the museum Martin stands watch over the past. He has travelled a long way from his brutal childhood in the Loyalist heartlands of Belfast and built a life he never imagined he would have - a devoted wife, Alison, two children, Rachel and Tom, a respectable job. But the happiness he has found feels brittle. Rachel's academic success is launching her out of her proud father's orbit. Tom, eclipsed by his sister, has withdrawn into a fantasy world. Martin's gratitude to Alison is a gulf between them. He feels unworthy of his wife, his life, his luck. Returning home one night to find police cars waiting, Martin feels his sins must have finally caught up with him. But their news is wholly unexpected, a senseless tragedy. And in the face of this devastating trauma, which tears his fragile family apart, Martin finds the violence of the past is not gone but merely dormant; its call must be answered at last.a#39;To thine own self be true, a#39; would perhaps mean more if it didna#39;t come from the mouth of a man who will contort himself into any shape that advancement requires. And what ... Does he think that what she does is so important she cana#39;t be disturbed, that she has no time to fritter away talking to ... Shea#39;s not sure it does much good but she likes the sound of the words, the scent of it, the feel of it on her skin.
|Title||:||Swallowing the Sun|
|Publisher||:||A&C Black - 2012-07-05|