An Irish Doctor in Peace and at War: An Irish Country Novel

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Doctor O’Reilly heeds the call to serve his country in Irish Doctor in Peace and At War, the new novel in Patrick Taylor’s beloved Irish Country series

Long before Doctor Fingal Flahertie O’Reilly became a fixture in the colourful Irish village of Ballybucklebo, he was a young M.B. with plans to marry midwife Dierdre Mawhinney. Those plans were complicated by the outbreak of World War II and the call of duty. Assigned to the HMS Warspite, a formidable 30,000-ton ...

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Overview

Doctor O’Reilly heeds the call to serve his country in Irish Doctor in Peace and At War, the new novel in Patrick Taylor’s beloved Irish Country series

Long before Doctor Fingal Flahertie O’Reilly became a fixture in the colourful Irish village of Ballybucklebo, he was a young M.B. with plans to marry midwife Dierdre Mawhinney. Those plans were complicated by the outbreak of World War II and the call of duty. Assigned to the HMS Warspite, a formidable 30,000-ton battleship, Surgeon Lieutenant O’Reilly soon found himself face-to-face with the hardships of war, tending to the dreadnought’s crew of 1,200 as well as to the many casualties brought aboard.

Life in Ballybuckebo is a far cry from the strife of war, but over two decades later O’Reilly and his younger colleagues still have plenty of challenges: an outbreak of German measles, the odd tropical disease, a hard-fought pie-baking contest, and a local man whose mule-headed adherence to tradition is standing in the way of his son’s future. Now older and wiser, O’Reilly has prescriptions for whatever ails…until a secret from the past threatens to unravel his own peace of mind.

Shifting deftly between two very different eras, Patrick Taylor’s latest Irish Country novel reveals more about O’Reilly’s tumultuous past, even as Ballybucklebo faces the future in its own singular fashion.

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The Irish Country saga of Doctor Fingal O'Reilly continues in a new fiction that interlaces a crucial episode from his past and with more recent events in his life in Ballybuckebo. His service as the overworked surgeon lieutenant aboard a British battleship during World War II helped mold him into the dedicated country doctor he became. As series readers have come to expect, author Patrick Taylor does a pleasing job of blending local color; character sketches and portraits; and plot developments.

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“Charming, full of Irish wit and wisdom…and, of course, all the village characters we’ve come to love. For those just discovering the Irish doctor, this book can stand on its own, but it will leave the reader wanting more.”

Booklist on Fingal O’Reilly, Irish Doctor

“Taylor is a bang-up storyteller who captivates and entertains from the first word.”

—Publishers Weekly on An Irish Country Girl

“What Herriot did for Yorkshire, Taylor now does for Northern Ireland’s Country Antrim and County Down, minus the animals, of course, but with all the good sentiments.” —Kirkus Reviews on An Irish Country Wedding

“Patrick Taylor has become probably the most popular Irish-Canadian writer of all time.”—The Globe and Mail

Kirkus Reviews
2014-08-26
Taylor (Fingal O'Reilly, Irish Doctor, 2013, etc.) reminds fans that even in the peaceable kingdom of County Antrim and County Down, good men shed blood when Hitler infected Europe. Taylor moves back and forth between 1960s Northern Ireland and the wartime travails of 1939-40, with minor emergencies and mysterious illnesses at home and terrifying adventures at sea. In 1966, Dr. Fingal O'Reilly is married to his first love, Kitty, but the book's passionate romance comes as Fingal recalls his wartime courtship of first wife Deirdre, a nurse midwife in training. Taylor's gift is dialect (there's a glossary)—"a shmall little minute to toast and butter the bramback"—and sentences end with "so" or "bye." When the war starts, Fingal is assigned to the battleship HMS Warspite as medical officer. Covering Royal Navy battles at Westfjord in Norway and later in the Mediterranean off Italy, Taylor's descriptive powers are as mighty as Warspite's 15-inch naval rifles—"[h]e had to grab onto a handrail...the noise that surrounded him like an impenetrable wall and by its force seemed to be crushing his chest." At Warspite's new home port of Alexandria, Taylor offers a précis on the last days of the gin-and-tonic empire as world war washed over ancient Egypt. There, lonely Fingal is tempted with a love affair. As Warspite sails, characters step aboard, most compelling the medical detachment's stalwart leader, Surgeon Cmdr. Wilcoxson, and Tom Laverty, ship's navigator and father of Fingal's future partner, each of whom support Fingal, wide-eyed country doctor, who shakily steps into operating theaters where emergency amputations and bloody trepanning are de rigueur. But Fingal's true domain is Ireland's green-drenched landscape, "coarse marram grass hillocks that lay between the glen and the shingly shore," with familiar Ballybucklebo characters like young partner Barry, medical student Jenny, and his newly married housekeeper, Kinky. With humor and pithy human insights, Taylor continues pleasing readers with the escapades of Dr. Fingal Flatherie O'Reilly.
Library Journal
★ 09/15/2014
The ninth book in the series that started with An Irish Country Doctor flashes back to a time before Dr. Fingal Flahertie O'Reilly became the medical mainstay in the village of Ballybucklebo. World War II has begun and Dr. Reilly is assigned the battleship HMS Warspite. Surgeon Lieutenant O'Reilly quickly learns the hardships of medicine at sea, tending to the thousand-man crew and casualties from other nearby ships. He serves under a seasoned naval doctor from whom he picks up much more than what was in his medical textbooks. He pines for his fiancée, midwife Deirdre Macwhinney, and has hopes of marrying her when he leaves the ship to attend a trauma medicine course in Scotland. In current-day Ballybucklebo, O'Reilly's life has turned out quite differently. He treats the odd outbreak of measles, encounters an exotic Mediterranean virus, and delivers the local babies when the village midwife is too busy. Married to Kitty, his long-ago love (before Deirdre), O'Reilly has settled into the comfortable life of a small-town doctor. As in the previous O'Reilly books, the story deftly shifts back and forth from the present to the past, weaving depth and texture into the lives of Dr. and Mrs. O'Reilly and the villagers around them. VERDICT This is a charming addition to the delightful series by Ulster doctor-turned-novelist Taylor. Deeply steeped in Irish country life and meticulous in detail, the story is the perfect companion for a comfy fire and a cup of tea or a pint of bitter. Think James Herriott without the animals. A totally wonderful read!—Susan Clifford Braun, Bainbridge Island, WA
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780765338365
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 10/14/2014
  • Series: Irish Country Series , #9
  • Pages: 416
  • Sales rank: 15,950
  • Product dimensions: 6.20 (w) x 9.30 (h) x 1.50 (d)

Meet the Author

PATRICK TAYLOR, M.D., was born and raised in Bangor, County Down, in Northern Ireland. Dr. Taylor is a distinguished medical researcher, offshore sailor, model-boat builder, and father of two grown children. He is best-known for the New York Times-bestselling Irish Country series, starting with An Irish Country Doctor; he is also the author of the novels Pray for Us Sinners and Now and in the Hour of our Death. He now lives on Saltspring Island, British Columbia.

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Irish Doctor in Peace and at War

An Irish Country Novel


By Patrick Taylor

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 2014 Patrick Taylor
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4668-3888-8


1

A Rose by Any Other Name

Someone was ringing the front doorbell of Number One, Main Street, and insistently at that. Doctor Fingal Flaherty O’Reilly was eating a solitary lunch of cold roast ham, hard-boiled eggs, and salad while his partner, Doctor Barry Laverty, was out on an emergency home visit. “Coming,” O’Reilly roared, put down his knife and fork and, grabbing his sports jacket from the back of a chair, headed for the front hall. His housekeeper, Kinky Kincaid, usually answered the door but today she was preparing for her wedding the following day.

The noon sun brightened the afternoon, but even its late-April radiance could add little lustre to the full vestments of Mister Robinson, the Presbyterian minister, who stood at the doorway wringing his hands. His rusty black robes, O’Reilly thought, made the man look like a dishevelled crow. “Yes, Your Reverence? What’s up?”

“Doctor, can you come across to the church at once? Please?”

“Somebody sick?” O’Reilly asked, shrugging into his jacket. “I’ll get my bag.” He turned, but was forestalled by the minister grabbing an arm.

“Nobody’s sick, but the war of the roses is breaking out in my church. There’s a row and a ructions, and I don’t know what to do. Please come. If anybody in Ballybucklebo can stop it, it’s you.” He turned, trotted down the short gravelled drive, and was forced by a lorry heading from Bangor to Belfast to wait for O’Reilly to catch up. As soon as there was a gap in the traffic, the minister hurried across the road to the church with O’Reilly trailing behind.

“What row?” O’Reilly asked, catching his breath as they passed under the lych-gate.

“Maggie Houston and Flo Bishop.”

“Who? Maggie and Flo?” O’Reilly frowned as they passed into the shadow of the old yews in the graveyard. “But they’re old friends, for G—” Better not say “God’s sake.” His frown deepened. “I think,” he said, stopping in his tracks, “you’d better explain before we go in.”

Mister Robinson sighed. “The ladies of the Women’s Guild take it in turns on a weekly rota to look after decorating the church for services and ceremonies. Maggie Houston’s on the duty this week. Because we all know Kinky’s fondness for wildflowers, Maggie’s got them by the great gross—”

“For the wedding tomorrow.”

“Correct, but Flo Bishop, being matron of honour, even though it’s not her turn to do the flowers, has assumed responsibility for decorating the church with hothouse roses because she says Kinky deserves the very best. She’s formed a subcommittee with Aggie Arbuthnot and Cissie Sloan. Maggie whipped up support from Jeannie Jingles and Alice Moloney and…”

“And you have two regiments going at it hammer and tongs? The wildflower fusiliers and the red-rose rifles, right?”

“Right. Mrs. Bishop and her gang have commandeered the communion table and choir area and Maggie and their friends have placed themselves strategically—”

“Say no more.” O’Reilly, while being sympathetic to the minister’s dilemma, was having great difficulty controlling an enormous grin. “Lead on, Macduff,” he said. “This is something I’ve got to see.”

“Thank you, Doctor. They won’t listen to me. But you’ll make them see sense.”

O’Reilly followed the minister until they reached the nave, where the perfume of flowers was overpowering even the dust of two hundred years that usually haunted the old building.

On Maggie’s side, heaps of freshly plucked wildflowers were piled on the front pew. Roses on the opposite side of the aisle formed Flo Bishop’s ammunition dump.

The two groups, led by their respective champions, stood facing each other at the top of the nave.

“You’ll do no such thing, Maggie MacCorkle—”

“It’s Mrs. Houston to you, Mrs. Bishop.”

Both women stood facing each other, arms akimbo, eyes afire, leaning forward, chins jutting. Flo’s teeth were clenched and there she had Maggie Houston née MacCorkle at a disadvantage. The older woman wasn’t wearing her false ones, and clenched gums were less than threatening.

Lord, O’Reilly thought, harking back to his boxing days, And in the blue corner at one hundred and eighty pounds … “Ladies,” he said. “Ladies, whatever seems to be the trouble?”

He could make no sense of all the women’s voices speaking at once, but made a shrewd guess about what was being said.

“All right, all right,” he said, “now settle down. Settle down.” He waited as Flo smoothed her dress as a just-pecked mallard duck would waggle her tail feathers.

Maggie adjusted her hat. It had a single wilted bluebell in its brim.

“Can we not sort this out like the civilised people we are?” he said.

Flo glowered at Maggie. Maggie folded her arms across her chest. Their supporters closed ranks behind their principals.

“All right,” said O’Reilly, “let me see if I can get this straight. Maggie. Maggie?”

“Yes, Doctor O’Reilly.”

“You and your friends love Kinky and you want her day to be perfect, don’t you?”

“We do, so we do, but,” Maggie turned her frowning face sideways to Flo Bishop, “thon Flo—”

O’Reilly cut her off. “Flo, you and Aggie and Cissie feel the same way but think you know a better way to make Kinky’s wedding day shine?”

Flo glowered and said, “Me and the ladies do love Kinky and she told me that on the night Archie proposed he give her red roses and that’s why—”

O’Reilly cut her off too. He wanted no more petrol poured on the flames. “Whoa,” he said, “whoa, calm down and pay attention, the lot of you.” It wouldn’t hurt to throw his weight around just a little bit at the beginning. Take control. “Now listen. I think I know Kinky Kincaid better than anyone in the village and townland. Wouldn’t you all agree?”

Subdued murmuring of assent.

“Good. And just so we’re all clear, can we agree again that we love Kinky?”

Flo scowled at Maggie, who scowled right back.

“Ladies?” O’Reilly put an edge of steel in his voice. “Are we all agreed?”

“I am,” Cissie Sloan said. “I mind the day she first come til the village, so I do. No harm til you, Doctor dear, but it was way before your time, sir. It was a Wednesday—no, I tell a lie it was a Friday, and she—”

First defection on Flo’s side, O’Reilly thought, but let’s not have Cissie ramble on too much.

“Houl your wheest, Cissie Sloan,” Jeannie Jingles said, but with a smile. “We all remember her coming and it doesn’t matter a jot or tittle exactly when. What Doctor O’Reilly says is true. There’s not a woman in the whole townland more widely respected.”

A breakaway from solidarity with Maggie. “And what,” said O’Reilly, “if the respected Kinky was a fly on the wall here today. What do you reckon she’d be thinking about all these silly selfish schoolgirl shenanigans?”

He waited, quite prepared to re-ask the question, but Cissie had started the rent in the fabric of Flo’s group.

“I think,” said Aggie Arbuthnot, tearing it further, “she’d be sad to see her friends falling out over nothing, and,” her voice cracked, “I’d not want for Kinky to be unhappy about nothing on her wedding day.” She sighed. “It would be a right shame if she was, so it would.”

“You’re dead on, Aggie.” Jeannie Jingles spoke for the opposition. “You just said a mouthful.” She smiled.

“I’ll give you my twopenny’s worth,” said Alice Moloney. “I don’t agree, and please let’s not anybody get upset about that, but Kinky’s a very sensible woman. I don’t think she’d be sad at all. I think she’d be laughing like a drain at the lot of us going at it like a bull in a china shop—and all because we want the very best for her. We’re all daft.” She turned to O’Reilly. “We’re like a bunch of kiddies. Thank you, Doctor, for helping us to see that.”

O’Reilly inclined his head.

“Buck eejits,” said Maggie very quietly, “the whole lot of us, and I’m sorry to have been so thran, so I am.”

A lovely Ulster word for “bloody-minded,” O’Reilly thought.

Mister Robinson, who for the duration of the recent discussion had wisely, O’Reilly thought, until now distanced himself from taking part, said, “‘Blessèd are the peacemakers,’ Matthew five and nine.”

“May I make a suggestion?” O’Reilly said.

Maggie and Flo’s “Please do, sir” was as one.

“Kinky’s a country girl from County Cork. She’s loved wildflowers all her life. I’m sure she’d be delighted to have them at her wedding.” From the tail of his eye he saw Maggie’s grin start, so quickly added, “But Flo has a point too. I remember well the night Archie asked me for Kinky’s hand and the beautiful red roses he brought with the ring that evening. I think they’d add a really romantic touch.” Flo’s smile kept Maggie’s company. He waited.

“So why,” said Maggie, “don’t we do both? If that’s all right with you, Flo?”

“Aye,” said Flo, “it is, Maggie, dear. We should have thought of that before, so we should.” She turned to Mister Robinson. “I’m sorry about all the fuss over nothing, sir.”

“It’s perfectly all right, now you’ve kissed and made up,” he said.

“And,” said Maggie, “once we’re done, I think the six of us and,” she hesitated then said, “Mister Robinson and Doctor O’Reilly if they’d like, should all go home to my house for a wee cup of tea in our hands and,” her toothless grin was enormous, “none of youse’ll go hungry. I just baked two plum cakes today, so I did.”

“That would be lovely,” Flo said, “wouldn’t it, ladies?”

The other four women nodded in agreement.

O’Reilly caught the minister’s eye. He’d seen the same glazed look on the face of a rabbit cornered by a fox. Clearly Mister Robinson had experienced Maggie’s stewed tea and cement-like fruitcake before and was searching desperately for an excuse so he could decline. O’Reilly himself had no such hesitation. “I’d love to come, Maggie. I haven’t seen your cat, General Sir Bernard Law Montgomery, nor Sonny’s dogs for ages, but you’ll understand a doctor’s day is not his own?” She and the others would at least think they did, and any doctor could claim being needed by the calls of his profession. “But nothing, not a team of wild horses, will keep me from the wedding tomorrow.”

Copyright © 2014 by Ballybucklebo Stories Corp


(Continues...)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 15, 2014

    Patrick Taylor never disappoints. His most recent, An Irish Doct

    Patrick Taylor never disappoints. His most recent, An Irish Doctor in Peace and at War like several of its predecessors has two story lines seamlessly interwoven. One is of a young Doctor Fingal O’Reilly’s engagement in 1939 to the woman who would become his first wife, the outbreak of WWII, and his being posted to a battleship based in Alexandria. The other recounts the day to day doings of an older O’Reilly and his young colleague Doctor Barry Laverty and their friends and patients in Ballybucklebo in 1966.
    Taylor’s descriptive powers be they of rural peace in Ireland or the exotic sights smells and tastes of Egypt are as powerful as a broadside from HMS Warspite’s fifteen inch rifles. Every character large or small is painted with accurate brush strokes and the plots and subplots developed with a master’s touch. A must read.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 7, 2014

    Must Read

    Another great book by Patrick Taylor. I thoroughly enjoy reading about the trials and tribulations of Dr. Flaherty and the citizens of Ballybucklebo. Every book in this series is absolutely funny and delightful to read. I can't wait for the next book in this series.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 6, 2014

    Patrick Taylor is a marvelous story teller who once again captiv

    Patrick Taylor is a marvelous story teller who once again captivated me from the very first line. I was fascinated 
    by the war stories and enjoyed being introduced to Dierdre. I usually read quickly but this time I read slowly as 
    wanted to savor every word.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 21, 2014

    Still Delivering the Goods

    Patrick Taylor is still maintaining a high standard of writing, and Fingal O'Reilly and the other inhabitants of Ballybucklebo are still holding my interest. Like many other fans, I've been looking forward to learning more about Fingal's war years aboard HMS Warspite. I'm sure others will be a bit disappointed that we only got a taste, but I look forward to reading more in the future and the look ahead to planned additional books by Dr. Taylor was very welcome. Good luck to Dr. Taylor and long may he sail.

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  • Posted November 10, 2014

    Another great Patrick Taylor Book

    If you like Ireland, or just think you might like Ireland then you are in for really good time reading this book. Lots of info about WWII.

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  • Posted November 7, 2014

    A so so read

    I've always enjoyed Patrick Taylor's books about the Dr. and his pals; I enjoyed this book also; but Mr.. Taylor takes us back to when Dr.O'Reilly days during world war II in the Navy; I really wasn't that interested in his days in the Navy (even though I read about them); I was more interested in his days at Ballybucklebo. I would still recommend this book. This is just my own opinion.

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  • Posted November 7, 2014

    too different

    one has to acknowledge the truck load if research that went into this book. very impressive. if reading the minute details of how a limb is severed aboard a WW2 hospital ship, and related topics and procedures, this book is for you. not my cuppa. there wasn't enough of the peace time Bucklebo to sustain my interest. an avid reader, this is only the third time in my life I've set aside a book midway, with no intention of going back. Loved the other books in the series. This one, not so much.

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