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Late 1944, and two teenagers dance the Vogue in silence on the projectionist’s floor of the Pirnmill Aerodrome. She draws the outlines of their footwork in eyebrow pencil on the white sheet. He loses their bet.
Decades later, a ghost returns to Morne to identify a body found in the shifting sands. Names have long since been changed; children long since cast out; lies long thought forgotten.
Set against an eerie landscape, awash with secrets, The Vogue is a grimly poetic dance through the intertwined stories of a deeply religious community, an abandoned military base, and a long-shuttered children’s Care Home.
A wonderfully eerie, tragic read. I read it with my heart in my mouth.
Told in Eoin McNamee’s trademark terse and melancholy prose, as salt-pitted and bleach-boned as the landscape it describes, The Vogue is an eerie, intense, haunted and haunting tale, with an air of chilling loneliness that seems to seep from the pages and into the very room in which you read it.
'McNamee's startling prose perfectly reveals the ley lines of place, seamlessly links past and present and journeys deep into the human heart. The Vogue is a masterful demonstration of his sublime talent.'
McNamee writes crime novels quite unlike anyone else, and this haunting story of betrayal and abuse at an airbase during the Second World War lingers long after the final pages have been turned.
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