An old man lies alone and sleepless in London. Before dawn he is taken by an image from his childhood in the West of Ireland, and begins to remember a migrant's life. Haunted by the faces and the land he left behind, he calls forth the bars and boxing booths of England, the potato fields and building sites, the music he played and the woman he loved. Timothy O'Grady's tender, vivid prose and Steve Pyke's starkly beautiful photographs combine to make a unique work of fiction, an act of remembering suffused with loss, defiance and an unforgettable loveliness. An Irish life with echoes of the lives of unregarded migrant workers everywhere. Since it was first published in 1997, I Could Read the Sky has achieved the status of a classic. This audiobook is read by the author, with accompaniment on the fiddle by Martin Hayes.
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Reviews from the UK edition
"I hope thousands of new readers find themselves keeping a copy under the pillow, unable to let it out of their sight even for the hours of darkness." Annie Proulx
"The photographs are a reminder of everything which is beyond the power of words... And the words recall what can never be made visible in any photograph." John Berger
"I felt so overwhelmed, so exhilarated by this beautiful book, one of the most beautiful I have read in years. I remember when I read Look Homeward, Angel by Thomas Wolfe - I was about seventeen or eighteen - I was so moved, I just bawled. I felt that same feeling reading this book. It's a novel, and at the same time it's a poem." Studs Terkel
"The experience of Irish emigration uniquely and powerfully illuminated." Mark Knopfler
"Wow. I Could Read The Sky was a masterpiece. One of my 'special books' as a graduate student, and I still keep it close, in that grey-green Harvill pb edition.The Harvill list of the 1990s was insanely good. Always held I Could Read The Sky in a triangle in my mind with The Rings of Saturn and A Fortunate Man." Robert Macfarlane
"O'Grady's novel is imbued with humour, lightening its load of suffering with laughter, and while pulling at the heart's strings, a song of hope emerges." Suzan Sherman, Bomb
"It reminds us of a great and unforgivable truth - our cities are built on the loneliness of migrant workers, and their great sadness persists down the generations." Kevin Barry
"What Pyke and O'Grady have done is read out imagination." Dermot Healy
"If the words tell the story of the voiceless, the bleak lovely photographs show their faces. Fiction rarely gets as close to the messy, glorious truth as do memories and photographs. This rare novel dares to use both." Charlotte Mendelson, TLS
"There is a rare, fragile species of novel that draws its beauty as much from what it leaves out as from what it putsin. This is one of those: a stark heartbreaking story of an Irish labourer's life in England. "It has been made in the dark," says John Berger in his preface, lit from within by a cloudy, uncertain glow. Steve Pyke's arresting black-and-white photographs of Irish faces and scenes are scattered throughout, as haunting a record of lives lived under the yoke of time as the novel itself." Carrie O'Grady, Guardia
"A lament for the cruelty of diaspora strained through such pure understated language you're surprised the words themselves are not weeping on the page." Bloomsbury Review
"A fine, evocative, engaging act of storytelling that captures the essence of a displaced life for Irish exiles ... a work of literary genius." Gerry Adams
"I hope thousands of new readers find themselves keeping a copy under the pillow, unable to let it out of their sight even for the hours of darkness." Annie Proulx
"The photographs are a reminder of everything which is beyond the power of words... And the words recall what can never be made visible in any photograph." John Berger
"I felt so overwhelmed, so exhilarated by this beautiful book, one of the most beautiful I have read in years. I remember when I read Look Homeward, Angel by Thomas Wolfe - I was about seventeen or eighteen - I was so moved, I just bawled. I felt that same feeling reading this book. It's a novel, and at the same time it's a poem." Studs Terkel
"The experience of Irish emigration uniquely and powerfully illuminated." Mark Knopfler
"Wow. I Could Read The Sky was a masterpiece. One of my 'special books' as a graduate student, and I still keep it close, in that grey-green Harvill pb edition.The Harvill list of the 1990s was insanely good. Always held I Could Read The Sky in a triangle in my mind with The Rings of Saturn and A Fortunate Man." Robert Macfarlane
"O'Grady's novel is imbued with humour, lightening its load of suffering with laughter, and while pulling at the heart's strings, a song of hope emerges." Suzan Sherman, Bomb
"It reminds us of a great and unforgivable truth - our cities are built on the loneliness of migrant workers, and their great sadness persists down the generations." Kevin Barry
"What Pyke and O'Grady have done is read out imagination." Dermot Healy
"If the words tell the story of the voiceless, the bleak lovely photographs show their faces. Fiction rarely gets as close to the messy, glorious truth as do memories and photographs. This rare novel dares to use both." Charlotte Mendelson, TLS
"There is a rare, fragile species of novel that draws its beauty as much from what it leaves out as from what it putsin. This is one of those: a stark heartbreaking story of an Irish labourer's life in England. "It has been made in the dark," says John Berger in his preface, lit from within by a cloudy, uncertain glow. Steve Pyke's arresting black-and-white photographs of Irish faces and scenes are scattered throughout, as haunting a record of lives lived under the yoke of time as the novel itself." Carrie O'Grady, Guardia
"A lament for the cruelty of diaspora strained through such pure understated language you're surprised the words themselves are not weeping on the page." Bloomsbury Review
"A fine, evocative, engaging act of storytelling that captures the essence of a displaced life for Irish exiles ... a work of literary genius." Gerry Adams