Molly keane best books5/10/2023 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() There were busy men in clean breeches and boots without a moment to spare for anybody, and less-busy men in suits and bowler hats who had lots of time for a drink with anybody who would pay for it. Women in grey flannel coats and skirts, awful hats and brown suede shoes sat on shooting-sticks around the rings and gossiped and criticised and sometimes admired. Her description of the Dublin Horse Show in Rising Tide, published in 1937, contains this terrific pen-picture: ‘That Horse Show was like every other Dublin Horse Show…. There were always horses, for riding and petting. Her invented characters lived in a world of horses, of hunting and buying and selling. While John McGahern had his Garda barracks, Heaney had his bogs and Kate O’Brien had her Presentation parlours, Molly Keane simply had her drawing-room tensions, her horses and stable-yards. Coming from Cappoquin, I knew her even in obscurity as a supreme writer, a craftswoman for whom the making of a literary sentence was as purposeful and full of love as an arrangement of flowers. ![]()
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