I once lived among humankind, and found them in their generality to be cruel and cold, and yet could mention that names of three or four that were like angels. I suppose we measure the importance of our days by those few angels we spy among us...
Roseanne McNulty, perhaps nearing her one-hundredth birthday - no one is quite sure - faces an uncertain future, as the Roscommon Regional Mental Hospital where she's spent the best part of her adult life prepares for closure. Over the weeks leading up to this upheaval, she talks often with her psychiatrist, Dr Greene. This relationship, guarded but trusting after so many years, intensifies and complicates as Dr Greene mourns the death of his wife.
Told through their respective journals, the story that emerges - of Roseanne's family in 1930s Sligo - is at once shocking and deeply beautiful. Refracted through the haze of memory and retelling, Roseanne's story becomes an alternative, secret history of Ireland. Exquisitely written, it is the story of a life blighted by terrible mistreatment and ignorance, and yet marked still by love and passion and hope.
