"On a June evening some years after the middle of the last century Mrs. Eileen Connulty passed through the town of Rathmoye: from Number 4 The Square to Magennis Street, into Hurley Lane, along Irish Street, across Cloughjordan Road to the Church of the Most Holy Redeemer. Her night was spent there."
The opening of Love and Summer, the new novel by that sublimely quiet writer, William Trevor, longlisted this year for a Booker Prize but not shortlisted. This omission was a mistake on the part of the judges. Such things happen.
