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‘ I did not become ashamed of being Irish until I was well into the middle years of my life. ’

Father Odran Yates is a good man. Dedicated to his vocation since entering Clonliffe College seminary at seventeen, he has lived through betrayal, controversy and public condemnation of some of his dearest friends. Through all of this, he has remained firm in his belief.

But something plagues his mind as the years pass. A feeling that there were things he didn’t see, chances he missed. People he has let down. Is Father Yates as blameless as he’s always thought himself to be? And what of the church he has given his life to?

It has taken John Boyne fifteen years and thirteen novels to write about his home country of Ireland, but he has done so now in his most powerful book yet. A History of Loneliness is a courageous, deeply moving account of a nation and a man living through a period of cataclysmic, irreversible change.



About the Book

Title Page


Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen


About the Author

Also by John Boyne




Life is easy to chronicle, but bewildering to practise.

E. M. Forster



I DID NOT become ashamed of being Irish until I was well into the middle years of my life.

I might start with the evening that I showed up at my sister’s home for dinner and she had no recollection of issuing the invitation; I believe that was the night that she first showed signs of losing her mind.

Earlier that day, George W. Bush had been inaugurated as President of the United States for the first time, and when I arrived at Hannah’s house on the Grange Road in Rathfarnham she was glued to the television, watching highlights of the ceremony which had taken place in Washington around lunchtime.

It had been almost a year since I had last been there and it shamed me to think that after an initial flurry of visits in the wake of Kristian’s death, I had settled into my old ways of making only an occasional phone call or organizing an even more occasional lunch in Bewley’s Café on Grafton Street, a place that reminded us both of childhood, for it was here that Mam would take us for a treat when we came into town to see the Christmas window at Switzer’s all those years ago. And it was here that we ate lunches of sausages, beans and chip

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