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Jack Taylor has finally escaped the despair of his violent life in Galway in favor of a quiet retirement in the country with his friend Keefer, a former Rolling Stones roadie, and a falcon named Maeve. But on a day trip back into the city to sort out his affairs, Jack is hit by a truck in front of Galways Famine Memorial, left in a coma but mysteriously without a scratch on him. When he awakens weeks later, he finds Ireland in a frenzy over the so-called Miracle of Galway. People have become convinced that the two children spotted tending to him are saintly, and the site of the accident sacred. The Catholic Church isnt so sure, and Jack is commissioned to help find the children to verify the miracle or expose the stunt. But Jack isnt the only one looking for these children. A fraudulent order of nuns needs them to legitimatize its sanctity and becomes involved with a dangerous arsonist. Soon, the building in which the children are living burns down. Jack returns to his old tricks, and his old demons, as his quest becomes personal.

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Ken Bruen

A Galway Epiphany

For

Paul and Martell Kennedy

and their family

Laura, John, Amy

All very special Kennedys

According to An Leabhar Beannacht (The Blessed Book), found in an old church in the 1950s and attributed to a monk in the mid-eighteenth century, there are

Seven

Epiphanies.

The monk, supposedly one Canace (old form of Kenneth), believed these epiphanies were blends of blessed curses and cursed blessings.

Kenny, as he is irreverently known by skeptics, demonstrated he was definitely Irish; hed have to be with the skewed logic of the above statement.

For the form presented in the new edition published in 2000 by Academic Press, the epiphanies are modernized to a certain extent, and it is claimed the original was written in Latin.

The Catholic Church has banned them as being, and I quote,

The writings of a satanic mind posing as ecclesial.

This could apply to a lot of the papal bulletins of late.

Whatever the case and, indeed, whatever the truth of the affair, they can, in a certain light (drunk as a skunk), seem to be instructional if not downright fucking depressing.

The first one I ever read was thus:

Revenge

Is

the

Only

Justice.

By a series of wild coincidences, an English friend, here on a rare visit, saw this on the wall of my apartment and said dryly,

Francis Bacon said almost the same thing.

Which goes to show there is precious little original under the Latin sun. Or Bacon read the Epiphanies.

I kind of like the notion of Bacon poring over the Epiphanies.

Explains a lot about his wild frenzied portrait.

What the Irish in December 2018

Might consider miracles:

1. Three days without rain.

2. Trump to resign.

3. A hospital bed.

The

eighth

of

December.

It was a cold bright evening.

The Irish Famine Memorial to the children who died on the famine boats stood starkly against the backdrop of the ocean.

Two young people approached, aged sixteen and nine.

Theyd been living, or rather barely existing, in the refugee center hastily erected on the outskirts of the Claddagh.

Theyd heard bits and scraps of the young girl Celia Griffin, who died of starvation during the Irish famine.

They could understand the hunger and had seen enough of death in their travails.

The girl, a serious child, had liberated a small candle from the centers supplies and now they knelt and lit the candle for the famine child.

She whispered to the boy,

Heres a trick I learned in Guatemala.

She drew a small metal object from beneath her thin shirt, said,

El espejismo azul (in Guatemala it was known as the blue manifestation/illusion).

As they looked up, an intense blue light shimmered above the monument, seemed to expand with lightning white streaks interwoven.

A passing American woman in her late fifties saw the moment, gasped, grabbed her iPhone, began to film.

She clearly heard the children exclaim,

La Madonna.

The woman, though not herself Catholic, involuntarily muttered,

Holy Mother of God!

The clip was posted to YouTube and within twenty-four hours had gone viral.

The eighth of December, coincidentally, is the feast day of the Immaculate Conception and is fondly referred to as Our Ladys birthday.

An epiphany of belief

Requires only

That every other area of assistance

Has been exhausted.

The Epiphany of Fire

The security guard was old.

Hed applied for the job after hed retired from the post office.

He never expected to actually get the job but... the wages!

The wages were shit to shinola, so he got the job.

His job was to guard an abandoned warehouse on the Newcastle Road.

His brief?

Keep the homeless out.

He did have a conscience, but, hey, if the government didnt give a fuck, why should he? He had a chair, a radio, and a one-bar heater, plus a walkie-talkie without batteries. Hed asked the office for them and was told,

Who are you expecting to call?

So, no batteries.

His shift was from eight to eight, and he found those evenings were long.

To break up the monotony hed walk the building, all two stories of it, twice; he walked it slowly, sweeping his torch across the bare floors, humming quietly to himself.

He saw some rats but rats didnt spook him. You live as long as he had, vermin were a fact of life and simply avoided.

He got into a routine.

Tea and a sandwich at ten.

Listen to the news at twelve.

Walk the building at three and five.

Snooze freely.

Hed brought some books with him but found he couldnt concentrate.

After a week of this, he filled his flask with Jameson, told himself,

1. Keeps me warm.

2. Gives me a little lift.

The second week was a lot more fun, wandering the floors, a little pissed; he felt good.

Thursday night, he was startled to hear movement on the floor above.

Muttered,

Mighty big rat.

(He wasnt completely wrong.)

Hed just got comfortable, the heater on, thermal blanket wrapped snugly round him, the Jameson whispering happy thoughts.

Fuck,

He said.

He shucked the blanket off, got his torch, headed up.

On the second floor he saw the floor was wet.

A leak?

Then he was shocked by a wave of cold liquid thrown over him, turned, muttering,

What the hell?

He was soaked, saw a man in a dark track suit holding liter water bottles.

Then the smell. He lifted his arm, smelled the liquid, his heart pounding, and said,

Petrol.

The man, in shadow, let the bottles drop, took out a single long match, said,

This is not a safety match.

The old guard, frightened beyond belief, tried,

What?

The man, in a quiet reasonable tone, explained,

It means you can strike it off a piece of wood.

Paused.

Flicked the match against a beam,

Continued (with a hint of amusement),

It should light instantly.

But it didnt.

The man shrugged, said,

Nothings reliable, eh?

Then asked,

Whats your name?

The man, scared shitless, managed,

Sean.

The man nodded as if this was of some import, asked,

Would you describe yourself as lucky?

Sean, despite his fear, snarled,

Yeah, right, lucky, thats me, my fucking cup overflowed.

The man actually tut-tutted, reprimanded,

Now no need for that language. Lets keep a civil tone.

He raised the match, asked,

What do you say, Sean, want to go again?

Where questions of

Religion

Are concerned,

People are guilty

Of every possible

Sort of dishonesty

And

Intellectual misdemeanor.

(Freud)

Father Malachy, in waiting to assume the title bishop of Galway, was summoned to the archdiocese.

He got there to find all ranks of clergy from the county assembled.

The good, the bad, and the disgruntled.

There was only one item on the agenda.

The Miracle.

The archbishop, a frail eighty-year-old, called for silence as the milieu had availed its gathering of the decanters of port.

Back in the day, every spirit with a good label had been provided but frugality was now to be seen, if not actually practiced.

Indeed, one parish priest from a tiny parish remarked,

Even the Holy Spirit is in short supply.

Malachy looked at him, considered him a small fish so didnt bother answering him. Malachy needed to be with the power brokers as questions had been raised recently as to his suitability for bishop.

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