Irish writer Claire Keegan writes stories like Johannes Vermeer painted paintings: interior scenes, perfectly drawn, with far more going on than what first meets the eye. Whether you’re reading a Keegan novel or standing before “Girl with a Pearl Earring,” when you finish and walk away you simply say, “Yes.”
I discovered this when I read Keegan’s Small Things Like These, the story of a coal hauler doing his regular delivery at a convent when he discovers a young girl shivering outside and discovers he has walked into something else entirely. Keegan moves comfortably into her characters’ skins, and the reader becomes almost one with the story.
In Keegan’s short novel Foster, a young girl doesn’t entirely understand what is happening when her father brings her to the home of an older couple, Mr. and Mrs. Kinsella.
To continue reading, please see my post today at Dancing Priest.
Some Wednesday Readings
My Ántonia, More Than a Century Later – Bradley Birzer at The Imaginative Conservative.
Ancient Wisdom: Why I Dug into My Family’s Past – Nicholas Lemann at The Free Press.
Why My Sons and I Take the Train – Christopher Rufo at The Free Press.
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