Monthly Archives: December 2014

The Last Post and Photos

 

 

 

Solstice sunset

As I sign off for the year (sending laptop to the apple store and myself to pen and paper for recharging) I thought I’d post a poem written before the solstice and a few photos –  as sun set before the longest night and a bright first day of the new solar year. Sunny solstice day

Hope the end of the calender year and the start of the new one is good for all of you. Thanks for peeking at the posts now and then.

 

The Reason for the Season

 

It’s yet December but I seek the heat,

While ducks dabble beak at dead leaves,

Unaware of what comes after fat has burned.

 

Though I know another spring awaits,

Right now I know why there is Christmas,

As rain falls sadly through the naked trees;

We need to see a light to smile at,

To look forward to the darkest night.

 

The snow at least would illuminate.

sunset solstice

 

Here’s a link to an article I just had published in Writing.ie, a website for Irish writers, about keeping at this writing lark for the long haul….

http://www.writing.ie/tell-your-own-story/david-j-obrien-on-sticking-with-silver-nights-and-days-on-the-beach/

Guest Post with Author Daithi Kavanagh

Delighted to have another fellow Tirgearr Publishing author and fellow Daithi (the Irish for David) visiting today to talk about his great new crime novel, The Gun, as part of his blog tour.

Daithi’s having a giveaway on this tour. You can enter this giveaway by clicking here:

http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/8b9ec5be97/

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Welcome Daithi, and away you go!

 

The attached article along with many others on the recession that hit Ireland was one of the inspirations behind me writing The Gun. The recession affected so many people that I know (including myself) and it was on my mind a lot. But I wanted to write a crime fiction novel that people could enjoy and it just flowed from there.

 

I read a lot of Nordic crime novels and growing up in Ireland was very similar to the lifestyles portrayed in these novels. These two influences helped me to create the character of Detective Tadhg Sullivan. My favourite crime writers are Stieg Larsson, Jo Nesbo and Henning Mankel. In particular I love the Wallander series. I like the fact that Wallander is a ‘real’ person with good and bad points like us all. The settings for his books are quite stark which add to the atmosphere of the stories. I think Detective Tadhg Sullivan is also very ‘real’ and believable. While he is flawed he is a strong character who believes in justice for everyone.

I feel that my characters in The Gun are not one dimensional. There are always reasons why people are the way they are and I hope that comes across.

The Gun

Book Blurb

Garda Detective Tadhg Sullivan leads a special unit that investigates politically

motivated crime. A man known only as The Deerstalker is a cancer who has infected

the Irish political system.

Sullivan teams up with journalist Helen Carty, and together they try tracking down

the mysterious killer. Carty adds to Sullivan’s problems, when he finds himself falling

in love with her. And further complicating things, he starts losing trust in his partner,

Detective Pat Carter, who appears to be on the side of the Garda Commissioner,

who Sullivan is rapidly falling out with.

Sullivan’s case is further thrown into confusion when a copycat killer, Tommy Walsh,

is shot dead by the CIA. When the CIA discovers that they’ve killed the wrong

person, the two agents involved–Simon, who has become disillusioned by his time

stationed in the Middle East, and Joey, a psychopath who confuses zealotry with

patriotism–are also in pursuit of The Deerstalker.

Sullivan finds himself in a race against time, if he is to arrest The Deerstalker before

the CIA take him out, and use his death as a pawn in a political game of chess.

Who will win out in the end?

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Excerpt

He stared at the gun lying on the bed. It was in his possession for nearly half his life and he’d never known what to do with it. The funny thing was, he’d always hated guns and yet, here he was.

He heard his wife moving around downstairs and knew that very soon she would call him for a cup of tea. He had to get the gun back into its hiding place.

He thought back to the first time he’d seen it. A late night knock at the door and a man from down the street had handed the gun and ammunition to him, wrapped in fertiliser bags.

“What the hell is this?” he’d blurted out.

“It’s a gun,” the man had said showing no expression.

“What are you giving it to me for?” he’d whispered, not wanting his family to hear them.”

“Because I trust you,” he’d replied.

“What the hell do you mean, you trust me? You hardly know me! And all I know about you is that you’re mixed up in the IRA. I have a family and I don’t give a damn about the North. Now please get away from my door and take that thing with you.”

The man had stared at him, but all calm had disappeared from his features. Then he spoke through gritted teeth.

“Now listen to me. The guards are going to be here shortly. Something serious happened tonight and now you’re mixed up in it, whether you like it or not. If you don’t take the gun from me now, when the guards arrive here and see us together, I’ll implicate you. Even if they don’t believe me, it will mean that you’ll have to stand up in Court and give evidence against me. Do you want that for your family?   It would be much easier for you to stick the gun in the boot of your car drive off somewhere and hide it. But you’d better make your mind up fast, before they drive up and arrest us both.”

He often wondered why he’d taken it. Was it because he’d had sympathy for the man? He didn’t think so. Maybe it was the fear of being implicated, or like the man had said, being branded an informer. He wasn’t sure, but whatever the reason, it seemed like providence.

 

BIO

I am 56 years old and I live with my wife and two teenage children in Trinity, Wexford. Up to 2012 when the recession hit Ireland I was making my living as a musician. I then went back to adult education and completed my Leaving Certificate in 2014. I am now studying for a degree in Culture and Heritage Studies at Wexford Campus.

While I was studying for I began writing ‘The Gun’ which is the first book in The Tadhg Sullivan Series. I have just completed the second book in the series.

I play guitar and sing in many of the pubs in my hometown of Wexford where I am often joined by my two children Ella and Rory who play fiddle and flute.

In my spare time (which I do not have a lot of) I like to walk my two dogs with my wife Caroline.

 

Links

www.daithikavanagh.blogspot.com

www.facebook.com/carolinekavanagh.543

www.facebook.com/pages/The-Gun-by-Daithi-Kavanagh

www.twitter.com/Daithik3

www.tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/kavanaghdaithi

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What we learned from the death of Eric Garner

Like so many, feeling a little sick, very depressed and completely baffled by today’s news that a policeman who killed an unarmed civilian with his bare hands will not be charged.

 

What we Learnt Today

 

Well, perhaps we had in inkling,

But it escapes denial today:

Lynching still exists, except now

You can view the event on video,

Streamed by the open-mouthed disbelievers

Beyond the borders of that one nation

Under God; recording

The police does not protect

You from death, and the white man

Will still get away with murder

If draped in blue…

 

The camera is useless if it won’t stop them

Streets streaming red,

When the focus is black justice:

On the contrary, it sickeningly

Summates to making snuff movies.