<p>'Hope, generosity and sexual passion glitter like small jewels in Maeve Brennan's devastating story of a chilly, tight-lipped Dublin. A perfect introduction to her work.' - Angela Bourke</p><p> </p><p>'She is constantly alert, sharp-eyed as a sparrow for the crumbs of human event, the overheard and the glimpsed and the guessed-at.' - John Updike</p><p> </p><p>'Brennan remains precise, unyielding: something lovely and unbearable is happening on the page.' - Anne Enright</p>
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Biographical note
MAEVE BRENNAN left Ireland for America in 1934, when she was seventeen. In 1949, she joined the staff of The New Yorker, to which she contributed reviews, essays, and short stories. Maeve Brennan died in 1993 at the age of seventy-six.