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Departing the shores of Ireland, a young man named Cormac O'Connor sets out on a fateful journey to avenge the deaths of his parents and honor the code of his ancestors. His quest brings him to the settlement of New York, seething with tensions between English and Irish, whites and blacks, British and "Americans," where he is swept up in a tide of conspiracy and…  See more details below


Departing the shores of Ireland, a young man named Cormac O'Connor sets out on a fateful journey to avenge the deaths of his parents and honor the code of his ancestors. His quest brings him to the settlement of New York, seething with tensions between English and Irish, whites and blacks, British and "Americans," where he is swept up in a tide of conspiracy and violence. In return for aiding an African shaman who was brought to America in chains, Cormac is given an otherworldy gift. He will live forever as long as he never leaves the island of Manhattan.

So unfolds the story of the intertwined lives of a man and a city. Cormac comes to know all the buried secrets of Manhattan - the way it has been shaped by greed, race, and waves of immigration, by the unleashing of enormous human energies, and, above all, by hope. Through Cormac's eyes, we watch the city grow from a tiny community on the tip of an untamed wilderness to become the thriving metropolis of the present day.

A writer, a painter, a man of sensual appetites, Cormac is most of all a man of his times. He is an insurrectionist, abetting a slave revolt in the early days of the colony. He is a revolutionary, taking up arms in the war of independence. He is an activist, taking up a pen to bear witness to social injustice. And he is a chronicler of Manhattan, from its triumphs to its greatest catastrophe.

Through it all, Cormac must fight, generation after generation, a force of evil that returns relentlessly in the scions of a single family. It is a family whose path first crossed his in Ireland and whose persistence put at risk all his hopes for fulfilling his destiny. As he searches out these blood enemies, he must watcheveryone he touches slip away: the men at whose side he has fought, the friends he has treasured, the women he has loved. And so he seeks the one who can change his fate, the mysterious dark lady who alone can free him from the blessing and the curse of his long life.

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In Forever, Pete Hamill's paean to his hometown, the main character, one Cormac O'Connor, receives the gift of immortality with one condition: he must spend all his days on the island of Manhattan. This Whitmanesque dream, enacted in 1741, makes O'Connor a sort of undying resident muse of this ever-bulging metropolis. After September 11th, it is reassuring to read this novel as veteran New Yorker Hamill's lovestruck tribute to our most cosmopolitan city.

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By Pete Hamill

Back Bay Books

Copyright © 2003 Deidre Enterprises
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ISBN: 0-316-73569-8

Chapter One

And what a people loves it will defend. We took their temples from them and forbade them, for many years, to worship their strange idols. They gathered in secret, deep in the dripping glens, Chanting their prayers before a lichened rock. - John Hewitt, "The Colony," 1950

There he is, three days after his fifth birthday, standing barefoot upon wet summer grass. He is staring at the house where he lives: the great good Irish place of whitewashed walls, long and low, with a dark slate roof glistening in the morning drizzle. Standing there, he knows it will turn pale blue when the sun appears to work its magic.

The boy named Robert Carson loves gazing at that house, basking in its permanence and comfort. On some days, a wisp of smoke rises from the chimney. On other days, the earlymorning sun throws a golden glaze upon its white facade. It is never the same and always the same. He sees the small windows like tiny eyes in the face of the house, the glass reflecting the rising sun. The front door is mahogany, salvaged from some drowned ship along the shores of the Irish Sea, as tightly fitted in that doorway now as any man could make it. There's a low half-door too, placed in front of the full mahogany door like a snug wooden apron. During balmy summer days, the large door is always open, welcoming light and air into the house. The breeze pushes smoke from the fire up through the stone chimney.

Robert Carson goes in, flipping the iron latches made by his father, whose name is John Carson and is called simply Da. The house is as it always is and as the boy thinks it will always be. A sweet odor of burning turf fills the air. He breathes it deeply, inhaling the ancient burned mud of the swamps beside Lough Neagh, where the peat was cut from the bog. Directly facing him is the jamb wall, running from floor to ceiling along the side of the hearth. A diamond-shaped spy hole is cut into its pine boards so that he and his father and mother can observe the approach of strangers. The boy can only do this by standing on the shoulder of the hearth.

The hearth is at the end of a large main room, but it is the center of the house, the holy place that holds the fire. A wide iron canopy rises above the hearth, carrying away the smoke, and on damp, chilly days the boy sits on one of the hand-carved low benches beside the fire. The family has few visitors, but men always sit on the right, facing the fire, so the boy does the same. The women take the bench on the left, and his mother is always there. Her name is Rebecca, but he calls her Ma. He thinks of them as a unit: Ma, Da, and me. The Carsons. To the left of the hearth is the small iron crane his father made in the forge, with its arms of different lengths, and hooks for hanging pots. His mother moves the pots back and forth, in and out of the flame, while the odors of stews and porridges and soups overwhelm the sweetness of the burning turf. There are two low threelegged chairs called "creepies," cousins of milking stools. Built low in the days before chimney flues so that farmers could breathe below the smoke. One day he lifted a creepy, examined the perfect pegs that held the legs so permanently to the seat, and hugged it to his chest, thinking: This is ours, this belongs to the Carsons. Back about five feet from the hearth is his father's own chair, made of woven rush, looking like a throne designed as a beehive. Robert Carson never sits in his father's chair.

Beside his father's chair is one of the many wrought-iron light holders that John Carson made in the forge, long iron poles with four arched feet and hooks that hold lanterns for his reading. They never wobble on the flagstone floor, never lose their dignity. A wide oaken shelf spreads above the hearth and he can see with his eyes shut the objects that occupy its oiled surface: his father's clay pipes, with their long curved stems, an old thatched horse collar that Da saved from his own youth, a carved wooden cup called a noggin, found in the mud of a bog. Da has told the boy that the noggin is a thousand years old, and Robert Carson is certain that his father is right. To the left, a mound of turf bricks rises off the floor, dried out of dark black bottom mud. The iron tools of the fire, smaller cousins of the light holders, stand as rigid as sentries.

All are part of the hearth, where the fire burns low but is never allowed to go out. As the center of the house, the hearth gives off warmth and food, and is the place to which the Carsons turn in the evenings for talk and even song. On his birthday, while they faced the hearth, his mother told the boy that his magic number would be nine, for he was born on the ninth of September.

"Do you see, son? You were born on the ninth day of the ninth month," his mother said, "and as you grow up, lad, you'll learn: Nine will be your number."

Sometimes on rainy afternoons, when his father is working in the forge, the boy's mother sits beside the fire to drink tea and eat oat bread while she tells stories. The boy listens silently, the stories entering him in such a way that he later thinks they have happened to him, that he has lived them. Sometimes he drowses, while her voice makes a kind of music. They are the first stories of his life, written on a five-year-old's emptiness. He is awake and asleep at the same time, listening to the magical words, while becoming through his mother's magic the people in the stories. The fire burns steadily in the hearth, and his mother tells him that the fire should never be allowed to go out, because if it does, the soul leaves the house.

Da agrees. There were houses in Ireland, he said once, where the fire had burned day and night for more than a hundred years. In this house, he said, it had burned since John and Rebecca Carson moved in, long ago, before the boy was born. Even as she whispers stories, his mother gazes at the fire, as if seeing people or things unseen by others. Robert Carson later learns that before he was born there were two other children, his brothers, who were born and then died in another house. And when they died, Da poured water into the hearth and moved to this place to begin again. Robert Carson tries (after learning this when he is eight) to imagine those lost brothers, but no faces ever come clear. In bad dreams they have heads with shiny surfaces but no eyes or noses or mouths, and those visions wake him from his sleep. Sometimes he is terrified.

To the left of the hearth is the door to the bedroom where his mother and father sleep each night. A dresser stands outside the door, its drawers holding clothes. On its top there's a wooden tray of knives and forks and spoons, along with a clump of gorse or primrose standing in water in the family's only piece of delft: a tall vase decorated with tulips. Sometimes the boy traces with his fingers the designs on the vase, and caresses its smooth surface. Above the dresser three shelves are cut into the wall, stacked with terra-cotta plates and cups and bowls made by hand in the Mountains of Mourne. To the left is the back door, leading to the West. The room is dominated by the table behind the chairs that face the hearth, its dark planed top burnished by endless cleanings and oilings.

Sometimes he stares at the back door, the one that opens to the West. He knows that no stranger should ever leave through the back door because he would take with him the luck of the house. He knows too that when there's a death in the house, the coffin must leave through that same back door, to be taken to the West, to the setting sun and the blackness that follows.

On the ceiling, great beams cut from bog oak form a huge A, supporting the layers of thatch and sod, tied firmly with fir rods, that lie beneath the slates. His father built this house to last. The roof rests on towers of chiseled stone that form the gable ends, each slab thirty inches thick, cut so fine that they fit together without mortar. The walls are brick, stone, cut rushes that had soured, all bound together and made smooth by river mud and lime wash. They are two feet thick. A house built like a fortress. Even when he is alone, he is safe.


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Forever 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 119 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was a gift to me and it is not the type of book that I would read on my own. Historical aspects are of no interst to me but I have to admit, from page one, I was hooked. I literally could not put this book down. I cried, I laughed and I became a huge fan of Pete Hamill. Definitely worth reading and definitely not what you think.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read this book several years ago and enjoyed every page. Pete Hamill paints a picture of New York through the ages. I think of this story quite often and I am glad it is finally in ebook format. The story of a man you cannot die and how he sees the world change before his eyes. I highly recommend this book. Check out other books by this author too.
JennyLee77 More than 1 year ago
This is by far one of the best books that I have read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Historical fiction does not come any better than this. If you enjoy this genre then this is the book for you. Unforgettable characters -both real and dreamed up by Pete Hamill. Add a touch of mysticisim for a great story that spans time.
Rousseau More than 1 year ago
I think this would sum up my thoughts on "Forever" by Pete Hamill. This book can almost be placed in the historical fiction genre but is more than that. I think anyone reading a book by Pete Hamilton will go back for another novel of his. I thoroughly enjoyed North River as did my wife and neighbor. Another novel...Snow in August I think we prove to be as good as either...if not better. Pate Hamill is a wordsmith. His dialog is superb as are his characters.
nanamo More than 1 year ago
Pete Hamil is an authority on New York history.....This book covers a few hundred years of life inside Manhatten...from George Washington to 9/11. I have read this book twice. It is one of my favorites.
EMGSM More than 1 year ago
Dramatic historical novel. Fascinating characters and storyline. I read it in two days! And have recommended it to all my friends.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I came to his country from Ireland as well and have grown up listening to much folklore and legend. This was such a beautiful story that mixed some imagination with a sprinkle of fact. Perhaps that is the purpose of story-telling, to enhance what we all want to believe, simplifiy the tedious, to make the dark side dramatic and swift, but to leave enough hope for life to be worth living.
D-Wreck More than 1 year ago
Epic, addictive story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this story very much, and was intrigued by the vehicle Pete Hamill uses in telling a history of Manhattan through the eyes of a single character who has been given the "gift" of living forever so long as he does not leave the island. However, for the length of the book I felt it could have included more information on historical characters and perhaps a little less on the mystical aspects of the story. I also liked that the story focussed on lesser known historical figures and although I struggled at times to understand what was going on in the context of a particular period in history, the novel did entice me to look further into such characters as Tweed. I'll look for more from this author.
eins1776 More than 1 year ago
I had long considered Tom Perrotta my favorite author, then I read this book, my first read by Pete Hamill. This book single handedly catipulted Hamill to the top of my list, to be equal with Perrotta...I had to retain some loyalty. Mr. Hamill's stroy telling skills are, without question, some of the best out there. This book is not only fun, touching and enjoyable as hell, but also facinating as it takes you through the history of manhattan. A must read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is the kind of book one can lose him or herself in. I love it. It's rather slow to start, but a point is hit where you simply can't turn back, and then you're stuck. But it's a good kind of stuck. Highly recommended. Read it. It's beautiful, simply beautiful.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the start of the book in Ireland and the general development of the plot. I found it to be entirely too long and the ending a complete, hokey disappointment. The historical versus modern-day depictions are more interesting.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I just finished this book could not put it down, Held my attention from the first page to the last page
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Having grown up heading in and out of Manhattan, this books spoke to me like no other. After having a conversation about it with my younger sibling, I purchased it for them as stocking stuffer. Peter Hamill weaves a wonerful tale & paints an interesting vision of what life must have been like from the very start of the island of Manhattan through the eyes of an immortal. A MUST READ for the new year!
TexasStarVA More than 1 year ago
What happens if you could live forever in the City That Never Sleeps? From George Washington to the collapse of the Twin Towers, Cormac is blessed (or cursed) to see and live it all, somewhat like Lazarus Long in Heinlein's Time Enough for Love. Since Cormac can not leave Manhattan and keep his immortality, what he has time enough to love is New York City herself. Interesting, well-researched and told by someone who loves New York, this book is a modern classic.
Guest More than 1 year ago
If I could give this book 10 stars, I would! It completely went beyond my expectations and left me astonished. The way Hamill mixes fiction with history makes the book all the more interesting and even makes the fiction somewhat believable. This is definitely a book I'll be reading again!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is so wonderful. Nit only is it a great fantasy read, it gives true history of the history and shaping of NYC. I heartly recommend bothe the NYC aspect AND the character of Cormac O'Connor
tarheelreaderbl More than 1 year ago
Loved this Book!! If you love history or if you love a good story, it will be easy to fall in love with Forever. This is one of the best books I've read this year, and I will definitely recommend it to all my "reading friends." Forever provided a fascinating look at the history of NYC throughout the years and it accurately mirrored the history of the country as a whole, in my opinion. Beware, the "mysticism" aspect may get in the way a little at times if you're a true realist, but overall, I just loved this book and will probably read it over and over....
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book has it all, interesting facts of Ireland and Manhattan. The main character, Cormac has a amazing life. How the writer keeps us thrilled like we are really there. His discriptive words really suck us in. AMAZING WONDERFUL BOOK. Best I've read in years. If you like the idea of the character living thru years and years, this book is for you,
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
One of my favorite genres and this book is a fabulous example!
lilycrown More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hamill is great at keeping you interested. This is a multi generational saga and worth reading.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Amazing book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Forever by Pete Hamill was an interesting and intriging read. The book is not for everyone and takes maturity. I loved the book.