John Boyne

The Heart's Invisible Furies

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Cyril Avery is not a real Avery or at least that's what his adoptive parents tell him. And he never will be. But if he isn't a real Avery, then who is he?
Born out of wedlock to a teenage girl cast out from her rural Irish community and adopted by a well-to-do if eccentric Dublin couple via the intervention of a hunchbacked Redemptorist nun, Cyril is adrift in the world, anchored only tenuously by his heartfelt friendship with the infinitely more glamourous and dangerous Julian Woodbead.
At the mercy of fortune and coincidence, he will spend a lifetime coming to know himself and where he came from – and over his three score years and ten, will struggle to discover an identity, a home, a country and much more.
In this, Boyne's most transcendent work to date, we are shown the story of Ireland from the 1940s to today through the eyes of one ordinary man. The Heart's Invisible Furies is a novel to make you laugh and cry while reminding us…
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  • Shabrina Fadhilahhas quoted5 years ago
    ‘The world,’ he would remark to her a few weeks into their acquaintance, ‘is a terrible place and it was our misfortune to be have been born into it.’
    ‘Still, the sun is out,’ she would reply then, smiling at him. ‘So there’s that at least.’
  • Shabrina Fadhilahhas quoted5 years ago
    ‘If there’s one thing I’ve learned in more than seven decades of life, it’s that the world is a completely fucked-up place. You never know what’s around the corner and it’s often something unpleasant.’
  • Shabrina Fadhilahhas quoted5 years ago
    ‘Well, it was his loss,’ I said.
    ‘Oh don’t patronize me,’ she snapped, turning serious again. ‘People always say that, you see, but they’re wrong. It wasn’t his loss. It was mine. I loved him.’

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