The stories within Emerald Place span four generations of a working class Irish family stretching from a baby (Saoirse) cut from the womb of her dead mother in the Dublin tenements of 1909 to a great granddaughter’s (Sinead) return, from a self imposed exile, almost a century later. As Emerald Place commutes forwards and back through the different generations we witness a series of life-changing events that, initially, seem unconnected.
In London, in 2007, Sinead’s daughter, Ella, is unwell and needs a familial donor. Sinead’s husband’s (Laurent) relatives are not compatible, for reasons that will become apparent later. Sinead makes the decision to return to the city of her birth, and to try and seek help from the family that she had run away from sixteen years earlier.
During her early years, we see Saoirse’s life through the 1916 Easter Rising and the Irish civil war, living near to many of the major figures of the time. We also see Saoirse as a young woman, and, following her marriage, as a wife and mother. But a happy life is not what is intended for her. In later years we see Saoirse as a recluse, reluctant to go to a party to celebrate a milestone birthday; happy only when telling stories from her past; and, finally, as an elderly woman tormented by ghosts.
The focus on Sinead’s life in London sees her caught up in a life of detachment and drug use. A last-minute solo holiday to Kefalonia to try and sort herself out results in more trauma. A holiday rep comes to Sinead’s aid and urges her to put the events behind her and get on with her life. Back in London Sinead quickly marries Laurent - whom she had previously had a casual relationship with - unaware that she is already pregnant. Years later Ella’s illness, and the non-compatibility of Laurent's family, expose a truth that both Sinead and Laurent had suspected.
Emerald Place presents like an intersecting set of short stories, tinged with psychic prediction and anticipated consequence. Throughout the novel other stories appear that seem to have little to do with the overall narrative; a teenager stumbles through a deserted graveyard; the sexual abuse of an adolescent is suggested; a widow waits wailing on the shore. Emerald Place is both personal and cultural, equally about how the secrets of previous generations appear to haunt subsequent ones, as about the dramatic national changes that Ireland has seen over the past century. Emerald Place is also about the broken psyche of a nation in the aftermath of huge population loss and tragedy - in addition to the loss of its language - and about expressing meaning beyond mere words.
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Aoife was already sat in the cafe on the seafront when Margaret got there. She looked like she had been crying again and her heavy dark coat was zipped right up with a chunky cream coloured polo-neck just visible underneath. Aoife gave Margaret an almost scornful look as she sat down - almost chiding her with a stony silence for being a few minutes late - while the real undertones of blame and guilt played out as they usually did.
“D’ya want another coffee love?”
Aoife shook her head.
“You don’t mind if I have a quick cuppa - I’ve been running around all day.”
Aoife looked at her watch but said nothing in response. They still had twenty minutes to go to their allotted appointment time. Margaret got up and ordered a cup of tea from the counter. Returning to the table she sat down again after first taking off her already opened coat, still damp from the rain earlier. Margaret sat cradling the cup with her hands and smiled as beneficially as she could in the face of Aoife’s ongoing iciness.
“I hope seeing this lady helps you love - I really do - but I am worried that it might be a bit of a let-down, that she might not say what you want to hear.”
Aoife looked sharply at Margaret and then spoke, “I think it’s worth a shot. Anything is worth a shot, I mean Jesus what else have we had to go on. Nothing! Blanket fucking silence. Don’t know whether she’s dead or what. Could be in a ditch somewhere in the country. I mean how could she do this to us…... the….. fucking bitch!”.
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