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"In the summer of 1922, Robert Shannon, a young American hero of the Great War, lands in Ireland. A Marine chaplain, he was present at the frightful Battle of Belleau Wood, and he still suffers from shell shock. His mentor hopes that a journey Robert had always wanted to make - to find his family roots - will restore his equilibrium and his vocation. Unbeknownst to Robert, a safety net has been spread beneath him: All along the banks of the river that bears his family name, a chain of support has been put into place - to guide him, nurture him, and protect him. But there is more to the story: On his return from the war, Robert Shannon witnessed startling and lethal corruption in the Archdiocese of Boston. As a consequence, he has also been sent to Ireland to secure his silence - permanently." "At dawn one morning, Robert steps ashore from a freighter in the river's estuary and is thrust headlong into the maelstrom of Irish politics, with the country now roiling from the civil war that followed the 1921 Treaty with Britain. While Robert faces the dangers of a strife-torn nation and is pursued by the venom of true evil, Ireland's myths and people, its beliefs and traditions, its humor and wit, unfurl healingly before his feet every step of the way. And the River Shannon, her beauty, her legends, and her lore, give comfort to the young man, who is inspired by the words of his mentor: "Find your soul and you'll live." Shannon is a timeless and unforgettable account of salvation, belief, duty - and the healing power of discovering one's roots. In these pages, faith, commitment, the benign quirks of Irish myth, and the menace of Irish history all coalesce into an epic narrativeof one young American's travels to his family's beginning and through a hopeful nation rushing to the future.
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The Battle of Belleau Wood ended four years before, but former American Marine chaplain Robert Shannon is still suffering from shell shock incurred in the fight. Finally, in the summer of 1922, he travels to the Ireland to find his family roots and some personal tranquility. What this fragile, gentle man does not know is that his trip to the Emerald Isle was facilitated by agents of the Archdiocese of Boston who know that his testimony could ruin them. As Ireland struggles through its own civil war, Shannon moves towards healing even as he grapples with terrors he can never quite leave behind. A smoothly plotted, well-researched historical novel by the author of Ireland.
Bill Sheehan
Delaney handles Shannon's therapeutic journey with sympathy and skill, introducing a diverse cast of Irish characters and layering the narrative with the sort of arcane native lore—historical, cultural and geographic—that adds a welcome depth of background to the central story. His descriptions of the condition once known as shell shock are detailed and convincing
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Delaney's meandering novel follows an American priest as he travels along Ireland's Shannon River in search of his family roots, and while it's peace he seeks, trouble has a way of finding him. After witnessing the atrocities of WWI, Father Robert Shannon returns to the United States shell-shocked, and the church eventually sends him to Ireland to restore himself and seek out his origins along the famed Shannon River. Along the way, he gets by through the kindness of strangers and witnesses Ireland's descent into civil war. With leads to his family history few and far between, Robert finds comfort in the home of a nurse he knew while serving as a chaplain during the war in France. Meanwhile, there's a hired killer from the states hot on his tail, and an unknowing Robert could make for a very easy target. The narrative is slow and thoughtful, spiritual though not overbearing and rounded out with a nice vein of intrigue. Though the family roots/hired gun mix may sound bizarre, Delaney handles the disparate thematic elements with a sure hand. (Feb.)

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In 1922, Robert Shannon, a young American priest, is sent to Ireland to recover from shell shock he received as a marine chaplain on the front lines in Normandy. Pained by the tragedy he experienced in the trenches and demoralized by the corruption he encountered when he returned to the Boston archdiocese, Shannon is searching for his soul as much as for his family's Irish roots. His religious mentor, sensing Shannon's torment, has arranged for a network of priests, teachers, and friends to watch over and shelter him during his travels. From them, Shannon learns Irish myths, legends, and history as well as the politics of the recently fought rebellion. He also reunites with a nurse with whom he served in France, which causes him to rethink his future as a priest. Delaney's latest Irish saga (after, e.g., Tipperary) is filled with the warmth and richness of the Irish character found in his previous books as well as a satisfying dose of romance. A hit man hired by the archdiocese of Boston is the only minor irritation in an otherwise compelling and thoroughly entertaining read. Highly recommended. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 11/1/08.]
—Susan Clifford Braun

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A rousing tale of forbidden love, civil war, horrible death and other things Irish. Ireland-born novelist Delaney (Tipperary, 2007, etc.) never met a turning point in the Emerald Isle's history that he didn't like. With this entry in his ongoing epic cycle of novels, he turns to a big one: the bloody strife that accompanied the birth of the Irish Free State in 1922 and '23. American priest Robert Shannon lands on Ireland's shore just as the bullets start flying, and bad luck for him: A former chaplain serving with the U.S. Marines in France during World War I, he suffers from a textbook case of shell shock. That malady occasions a characteristically encyclopedic aside from Delaney, just as the book opens, on the etiology and management of posttraumatic stress-and readers who dislike didacticism should be warned that his narrative often pauses to break the fourth wall and explain what's what: "One of the symptoms of their illness . . . is a morbid irritability-they tend to become upset and to take offense at the merest trifles-and this leads to trouble with the other patients, the nurses, and the medical officers responsible for discipline." Morbid irritability being an Irish specialty, Shannon fits right in with the village folk he is called to serve, out in the country in which, the locals say, Saint Patrick himself was afraid to wander. Shannon restructures his shattered life while wandering in places where he's not supposed to, including the arms of a widow lady-but it would be spoiling things to tell, save to note that Delaney explains, "In the Ireland of 1922, virginity dominated the lives of single women, and the relevant fire and brimstone rained down every Sunday from pulpits allover the country." How this transgression resolves, and how Shannon manages to keep from cracking up in his war-torn adopted country, makes for a fine adventure in storytelling. A well-crafted, satisfying work of historical fiction, as are all of Delaney's novels; respectful of the facts while not cowed by them, and full of life. Author tour to Boston, New York, Washington, D.C., Chicago/Milwaukee, Minneapolis, Kansas City, Dallas, Seattle, Portland, Ore., San Francisco. Agent: Ed Victor/Ed Victor Ltd.
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“A rousing tale of forbidden love, civil war, horrible death and other things Irish. …A fine adventure in storytelling…[and] a well-crafted, satisfying work of historical fiction, as are all of Delaney’s novels; respectful of the facts while not cowed by them, and full of life.” —Kirkus Reviews

“A tale of personal healing and spiritual redemption against the Irish Civil war…Delaney takes great pains to evoke not only the physical but spiritual beauty of the land and people along the River Shannon. He provides incredibly researched details about not only the geological nature of a river winding its way to the sea but the mystical effect this simple body of water has had on its residents for millennia [and] provides timely insights about the raw, damaged output of war and the far-reaching impact it can have…This book is almost impossible to put down and provides a very satisfying, and maybe even surprising, conclusion to all the different storylines.”—Midwest Irish Focus

“Thoughtful, spiritual though not overbearing, and rounded out with a nice vein of intrigue.” —Publishers Weekly

 
“Delaney makes his lovely, battered country a character of its own.”—USA Today

“A gripping story . . . As with Charles Frazier’s Cold Mountain and a couple of other recent works, [Shannon] is the story of an odyssey. . . . Delaney again shows himself to be a master user of the language, a master at historical fiction and a master storyteller in the Irish tradition.”—Winston-Salem Journal

“An engaging read . . . filled with eccentric characters, treachery, and ultimately, redemption.”—The Star-Ledger
 
“Delaney, a native of Ireland . . . knows the territory. Ireland is a living place and its people compelling.”—Rocky Mountain News

 

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781400065257
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 2/10/2009
  • Pages: 416
  • Product dimensions: 6.70 (w) x 9.10 (h) x 1.40 (d)

Meet the Author

Frank Delaney
Frank Delaney is the author of the New York Times bestselling novel Ireland as well as Tipperary and Simple Courage: A True Story of Peril on the Sea. A former judge for the Man Booker Prize, Delaney enjoyed a prominent career in BBC broadcasting before becoming a full-time writer. Born in Tipperary, Ireland, he now lives in New York City and Connecticut.

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Biography

J.R.R. Tolkien was famously inspired to write The Lord of the Rings because England did not have a mythology to call its own. Had Tolkien been born a few hundred kilometers to the west, he might have created something more akin to Frank Delaney's Ireland: A Novel.

Set in the country of Delaney's birth, Ireland is, according to Publisher's Weekly, a "sprawling, riveting read, a book of stories melding into a novel wrapped up in an Irish history text." Although the length and subject matter of Delaney's novel invites comparisons to the work of James Michener, Delaney's book aims for the heart rather than the intellect. As opposed to Michener's meticulously researched histories, Ireland is steeped in the Irish storytelling tradition, in which fact and fiction intertwine in the pursuit of a good story.

Ireland is Delaney's first novel to be released in the United States, but he has been a well-known writer and broadcaster in the United Kingdom for many years. In addition to writing seven other novels and a number of nonfiction works, he hosted a long-running and highly-rated series on BBC radio called Word of Mouth. His interest in Irish culture led him to create The Celts, a six-part BBC television series on Celtic history that is notable for giving the musical artist Enya her first popular exposure.

The seeds for Ireland were planted in early 1990, during breakfast with a literary agent and friend named Ed Ficter. Delaney loved the idea of writing an epic history of Ireland, but his busy schedule left him with little time to work on the project. Over the years, Delaney continued to meet with Ficter, and every time, Ficter would leave the conversation with, "Don't forget Ireland: A Novel." After 12 years, Ficter finally managed to wear Delaney down. He dropped his agent, signed up with Ficter, and began work on Ireland.

The basis of many of the stories in the novel were informed by Delaney's extensive travels around his home country. When Delaney was working as a bank clerk in his early 20s, he would often hitchhike around Ireland during holidays, visiting small, forgotten villages and having long conversations with the locals. It was during these travels that Delaney fell in love with Ireland and the people who live there.

Although critical response to Ireland has been highly favorable, Delaney balks when asked if this is his masterpiece. "Oh, God no," he told British bookseller The Book Place, "this is just the start of a new phase. I do want to write a series of big novels about Ireland, and this is the first of them." Fans of Delaney's magical, moving novel eagerly await the forthcoming results of this "new phase."

Good To Know

In our interview, Delaney shared some fun and fascinating insights with us:

"For a startling period of my life I reported the Troubles in Ireland for the BBC. I lived in Dublin and was called out to all sorts of incidents that, if taken together, add up to a war -- bombings, assassinations, riots, shootings, robberies, jailbreaks, kidnappings, and sieges. It was a 24/7 life, lived on the road, or so it felt, with never a still moment, never knowing what was going to happen next. I've touched on it in a novel called Desire & Pursuit, but the vast portion of the experience is still in there, somewhere in my unconscious mind; and I expect it will emerge one day."

"As an arts journalist in London, working mainly for the BBC, I interviewed hundreds if not thousands of authors. From them I gleaned a great deal of passing instruction in writing and I observed one fascinating detail: no two writers approach their work -- physically -- in the same way. Some write longhand in pencil; some have voice-trained their computers -- and in between lies the world of authorship. As for an interesting moment -- Harold Robbins emerging from his hotel bathroom for an interview with a pretty, bikinied blonde girl on each arm; talk about true to type!"

"No country impresses me as much as the USA. ‘Well, he would say that, wouldn't he?' you think -- to which I answer, 'Well, no I wouldn't.' The fact is -- if you want to know how warm Americans, are all you have to do is stand on a sidewalk and open a map. Within seconds, passers-by will gather, offering to help. If you think it happens everywhere else -- it doesn't."

"Writers have opinions -- that, in part, is why they write. Therefore they have strong likes and dislikes. I love hamburgers but hate beets. (Note: I'm using the word 'love,' not 'like.') I love baseball, hate reality shows (all that licensing of people to behave badly). I love libraries, hate noise in public spaces. I'll stop there -- this could become an endless list!"

"Interests and hobbies: Writing -- and reading about writing; renovating houses (I've done three so far); sport, in most forms; great music -- anything from harmonica to harpsichord. In fact, I'd have to struggle to find a subject in which I can't get some kind of interested pulse started."

"Favorite ways to unwind: I like to sprawl in front of the television -- but it has to be good! Good political comment, good drama, good documentary, good drama. One of the mysteries of life is why television is so frequently so bad -- it doesn't have to be, and many have proven that fact. I also like gardening and general pottering and organizing things and walking -- all of these give me good thinking time."

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    1. Also Known As:
      Francis Bryan
    2. Hometown:
      New York, New York, and Kent, Connecticut
    1. Date of Birth:
      October 24, 1941
    2. Place of Birth:
      Tipperary, Republic of Ireland
    1. Education:
      Thomastown National School 1947-54; The Abbey School, Tipperary, 1954-60; Rosse College, Dublin, 1960
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Chapter 1

At the vulnerable age of thirty, Robert Shannon lost his soul. Nothing is worse; no greater danger exists. Only sinners lose their souls, it’s said, through the evil that they do. Not Robert Shannon. Incapable of anything but good, he lost his soul through savagery that he witnessed, horrors that he saw. And then, as he was repairing himself and his beliefs, he was ravaged further in the pursuit of his own faith.

When you ?lose—?or have ripped from ?you—?the spirit that directs you, you have two options. Fight for your soul and win it back, and you’ll evermore be a noble human being. Fail, and you die from loss of truth.

And so, just before dawn one morning in 1922, Robert Shannon stood on the deck of a slow old freighter on the southwest coast of Ireland and looked inland. This was the point to which he had come in search of his lost best self. If he could have explained clearly what he was doing, he would have said that he wanted to find the man he had been. If he could have described lucidly the essence of his journey across the Atlantic, he would have expressed the wish that here, in the country of his forebears, some ancient magic of ancestry might restore him. Could it be that in the old land, of which he had so often dreamed, he might find, to begin with, hope? But what he desperately needed to rediscover was belief.

On the port side, the western hills slept low and dark; to starboard rose the tall and ragged box of a ruined castle. A lighthouse came gliding into view, its lantern’s beam fading against the opening skies. These were sights he had expected to see, and as they approached they comforted ?him—?insofar as he could feel comfort. The dark rocks, though watching carefully, offered no threat, and the freighter steamed in, composed now in the estuary’s calm after weeks of coping with the burly sea.

Find your soul and you’ll live.

Ashore, colors began to wake up and stretch. A gray triangle became a lawn of green. In a whitewashed cottage wall, a dark oblong shape developed into a turquoise door. The large house on the hill strengthened from gray to yellow. In a sloping field, ?black-?and-? white cows drifted, heavy and swaying, toward their gate, expecting to be milked.

Forward of the ship, seabirds flapped up from the little waves. On a rock a cormorant waited, an etching in black angles. The spreading river shone like gray satin; later it would turn sapphire under the blue sky.

As the light brightened, the captain came and stood at the rail with his lone passenger, for whom he had to find a clear mooring in this uncertain place. Once having landed this man safely and well, he could take the freighter back into the channel.

Not for the first time, Captain Aaronson heard his passenger murmur something and sigh.

The square tower of the village church remained in shadow. Despite the ?half-?light, the ship discovered the little old pier, made a wide curve, and chugged in. Disembarkation took no more than a few minutes. The seamen dropped a ladder over the side, and the passenger took the captain’s hand as though he wished to keep it.

“Thank you, Captain. For your”—he ?halted—?“for ?your—?such kindness.”

Without a further word he turned and, with his back to the waiting land, and made hunchbacked by his large rucksack, he descended the ladder. When his feet touched the jetty, he stood for a moment; indeed, he clung to the ladder. Then he took a step backward and turned away.

Looking down from the rail, the captain and some crewmen watched him lurch off, this man who had rarely spoken to them. As one said, “He spooked us all,” because he moved around so silently. He’d slipped and slid with the roll of the sea. He’d taken the rain in his face like a man trying to wake up. He’d inhaled deeply the harsh and icy air through which they had sometimes sailed.

The few seamen who had tried speaking to him had learned nothing. Often the changing watch met him as he ghosted around the decks in the smallest hours of the night. To their greeting he cast down his eyes and stepped aside to let them pass. Among themselves they talked about him without cease. Was he a criminal on the run? Was he a fugitive from the recent German war? Was he being put ashore for secret political reasons? Was he an Irish spy?

Only the captain, a tough little Dutchman, knew anything. He knew why the young traveler remained silent, his pale face closed. The tall distinguished man who had instructed Captain Aaronson in the port of Boston had indicated that his passenger would have little wish to speak.

“Ask him no questions,” he said. “He has seen too much.”

On a shouted order, two seamen hauled up the ladder. The ship’s engine growled on the air. Within minutes she was back in the stretch of the river they call Tarbert Roads, chugging her way up to Limerick.

“Do you know what he was saying to himself?” the mate asked the captain.

“No, I could not so well hear.”

But Captain Aaronson was lying. He’d heard perfectly well what the passenger had ?said—?what he had murmured over and over.

Lose your soul and you’ll die.

The young American walked no more than a few yards, then stopped and looked back. His arms hung loose; his body sagged like a puppet’s; the haversack dragged his shoulders down. He gazed after the departing ship and gasped.

Come back! Don’t leave me!

For several minutes he remained in that one place. A harsh bird went ? craik-?craik. Mottled hanks of weed, green as the hair of a witch, flopped against the old stone wedges of the jetty. The young man patted his cheeks as if disbelieving the gentleness of the morning air. Once upon a time this would have been a moment for a prayer, especially as the sky was now brightening fast.

On the evidence of his appearance, this man was neither a farmer nor a laborer; his face was too unweathered, too strained, too pale. Nor was he a clerk or a lawyer; his eyes showed no calm, no control. Could he have been a performer of some sort, an actor, a singer? No, he had no authority in his stance, neither in his body nor in his walk. A doctor? Not at all, no hint of concern. A teacher, perhaps? A leader of men?

Not anymore. This man had been ?shattered—?by war. The systems he had learned since his birth, in his years of impressive education, in the outstanding conduct of his own ?life—?they had all seized and failed and he had become silent, incapable, trapped. Those ropes by which we all pull ourselves forward through the world were, in his life, as thin as cotton threads.

Find your soul and you’ll live. That’s why he had come here. Robert Shannon was a Catholic priest, born and raised in the white towns of New England. He had ministered as a beloved pastor; from there he had gone forth to become a war hero: Captain Robert Shannon, a chaplain with the U.S. Marines. With his deeds no more now than somebody else’s fable, some handwritten and classified reports in a regimental archive, some family letters full of pride, he walked along that anonymous Irish foreshore because, as is the case with so many heroes, nobody knew for certain what to do with him.

Those few who cared for Father ?Shannon—?his parents, his mentor in the Church, his ?doctor—?wished devoutly to keep him alive. But they also knew that, given his infirm emotions, he stood in danger of taking his own ?life—?especially if he remained in New England. And, as if all this was not enough, there were ?those—?unknown to his ? guardians—?who would soon get ready to help him die, because he had indeed seen too much.

Shannon was setting out with a simple aim. There had always been Irish pride in his family, a deep and good sense of belonging to a great and ancient ?race—?and to a family that got its name from the Shannon River. The ancestors who came to America in the 1700s had reputedly lived on its banks; a painting of a Shannon River scene hung in the family’s hallway. And where young Robert Shannon’s friends and contemporaries had newspaper prints of sports stars or horses on their walls, this boy had filled his bedroom with Irish memorabilia, including the large map he now carried in his rucksack.

?Shell-?shock victims, it had been found, often used childhood memories to anchor themselves. Amid his newfound terrors and rages, Father Shannon had found again the great shining force of childhood tales. From deep inside him, he had managed to haul out the emotional force to believe, to trust, that this storied river could heal him. To possess such a mighty ?name—?that must add up to something, mustn’t it?

Now, at last, he would embrace the river. Simply and determinedly, he would hike north on the east bank of the Shannon, visit the very source, the dark pool of its birth, and walk back south on the west bank. Somewhere along the way he would step into the early footprints of his people. And, his blood rekindled, he would return to the point opposite this morning’s landing at Tarbert and, on a day yet to be decided, join a ship to take him home again. In planning this journey he had found what he needed most at that point in his ?life—?focus.

Truth to tell, he had grasped little else for some years. Most days he had no more than a fractured knowledge of himself, nothing greater than a jagged sense of his confused mind. On better mornings he glimpsed a snapshot of the man he had once been. Like a battlefield flare, it lit the sky of his mind, but he ?hadn’t the mental power to prolong the brilliance, and it fell away. On such occasions he seemed almost normal for a time, but the effort fatigued him. And on the very worst days he merely succumbed to the remembered trauma of the battlefield and lay down. This morning, exhausted from the ship and unsure of his ability to make this journey, he looked as he had done so often in the past few years: three quarters broken and greatly lost.

But if all went well—if the green stillness of Ireland brought recovery, if the river healed him, if in his roots he found the way back to himself—he could resume his true life. This belief, based solely on hope, gave him such little energy as he felt.

He also had beneath him a curious safety net, a network set up by his mentor, an odd fish of an archbishop named Sevovicz. In order to manage the known ?factors—?Father Shannon’s fragility, his exhausting struggle to recover himself, his sudden ?outbursts—?and to try to guard against possibilities yet unknown, Archbishop Sevovicz had written in some detail to the Irish bishops whose dioceses touched the Shannon. These men had then contacted the priests in their multiple parishes, and thus, all along the river, on the thick red line that the young man had drawn on his boyhood map of Ireland, local Irish people waited, talking to one another about him, watching out for him, willing to help him take his anxious steps. Father Shannon knew nothing of this.

From Tarbert Pier a broad lap of the river nudges in toward the rear of the village. With this inlet to his left, past the old stone jail to his right, and up the sloping road, the young priest reached the crossroads. Here he turned left. In these houses slept O’Connors, MacCormacks, O’Flahertys, Kennellys, as they do today and as they’ve done since before Christ was born. Nothing moved, no sign of life. Tarbert has a long main street; ahead stretched empty distance. He took a deep breath.

Clear of the houses, he stopped by a great beech tree. Below, to his left, the departing freighter had left a small foaming wake that gleamed in the last of the early shadows. To get a clearer view he stepped into the rough land at the side of the road, made his way down the slope a few paces, and stood for several minutes gazing out over the brambles and scrub.

Dawn came down the river from the east. The day would grow sunny and warm, a good start, and everything he saw offered the first signs of peacefulness. Yes, it might be all right here.

The estuary feathered a little under a slight breeze, but it looked calm and supple, reassuringly level after that bully, the Atlantic. He lingered, then climbed back up to the road and faced ahead.

And then he ?stopped—?halted abruptly. Before him in the roadway stood three men, two of them seemingly much younger than himself. They carried rifles; they wore bandoliers. He glanced behind him to check whether they had ?companions—?and the gunmen turned and saw him. No hiding now. Shannon stepped away from the great beech tree and into the roadway.

The Great War began in the golden fall of 1914, one of western Europe’s most beautiful Septembers ever. Within weeks the conflict took on a shape never seen before: massive artillery bombardments raining down upon men huddled in ?head-?high trenches. Little more than a year later the medical journals of western Europe, with palpable consternation, began to discuss a new condition reported from the battlefield. The doctors had no name for it; they called it nerve strain or war strain or even hysteria or war shock. Eventually, by means of general usage, they settled on what they agreed was a popular but inadequate title: shell shock.

Over the four or so years of the war, doctors began internationally to define shell shock by the suddenly altered behavior of the soldiers and the lasting impact on victims’ minds. Reports emerged from France, Germany, Russia, Britain, and the United States. The afflicted troops numbered in thousands, maybe tens of thousands, and no two cases were identical.

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  • Posted May 16, 2010

    A Journey to Healing

    This is my first Frank Delaney novel but it won't be my last. I was thoroughly involved with "Shannon" from the beginning to the end.

    This is a story about a World War 1 veteran, a priest decorated for bravery, diagnosed with shell shock following horrific experiences in battle. Although the name for his condition has changed, it is now called post traumatic stress disorder, the condition is still prevalent among those who have fought for their countries in foreign lands. This common condition experienced by veterans of all wars lends a present day aspect to this one veteran's journey to regain his mental, physical and spiritual self.

    As part of his healing process, this young priest travels from Boston to Ireland to trace his family roots. His family name, Shannon, may have originated with the river of the same name. The process, both therapeutic and personal takes him up and back down the banks of the Shannon river. His experiences and the people he meets form the background for this story which also involves the Catholic church both directly and indirectly in ways in which he is unaware.

    Shannon is a story of intrigue mixed with humor told in a gentle, straightforward manner. For one who has been fortunate enough to have visited Ireland, it makes me wish to return. For those who have never been it should inspire them to go.

    Frank Delaney has the true Irish storyteller's gift for entrancing his readers. He also lovingly describes the land and it's people.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 17, 2009

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    Another good book from Frank Delaney

    I can¿t get through his books in one or two sittings because the content is rich and full of history. He must love his native Ireland very much because he takes the reader on a journey around the island similar to that in his other book Ireland. It makes it very hard for me to know where to start should I ever make at trip there! However the journey in this book is very different because it shows the effect of war on soldiers and the people. It is outside the usual for me to read because of this aspect. The main character is trying to find his ancestral roots and I related to this, since I too would like to know more about my family tree. It¿s not quite the easiest thing to do and we see his frustrations along the way. Delaney also gives us a peak into the world of priests and their political machinations, this is another aspect of the book of which I don¿t have much reading lore. It may be a commentary on his own thoughts for the men who take up the robe to God.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 13, 2013

    Did not recommend.

    I do not like the way it goes from one person and their activities to another from one paragraph to another. That interferes with the good story of Robert Shannon. The other persons involved could be included in a better format.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2013

    Highly Recommend

    Beautifully expressive.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 25, 2012

    Not worth it

    Could not finish.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2012

    Highly recommended-check it out!

    This is a very introspective, yet engaging book which I thoroughly enjoyed. Possibly because of my maternal Irish heritage, I had no trouble getting into the book, especially as I have read two of his other books, and plan to get more. I would recommend this book for book club discussions, particularly regarding what happened at the end.

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  • Posted April 10, 2010

    A good story to share.

    This was my first Frank Delany book & I really enjoyed it. His characters are so rich & believable. His description of Ireland is beautiful. I liked the story. I wasn't sure just how things were going to wrap up. This is a book to share, just make sure you get it back so you can visit with it again.

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  • Posted June 29, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    In the traditon of Ireland the Novel

    The wonderful irish style of the author is carried through out the book. As with Ireland the novel, the book has stories within stories. The people in the book are wonderfully developed to the point that they become full in the mind;s eye,

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2009

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    A Captivating Page Turner

    The perfect book for curling up in a cozy corner and following the hero as mysteries, danger and intrigue become a part of his journey along the River Shannon.

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  • Posted April 10, 2009

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    A real page-turner!

    Having previously read Frank Delaney's Ireland, I was anxious to follow up with Shannon. I enjoy his style of writing, ability to mix Irish history with fiction and his creation of compelling characters and plot. I was not disappointed. I am currently reading another of his books - Tipperary.

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  • Posted April 6, 2009

    Imaginary Ireland

    This is an entertaining story but one has to suspend belief quite a bit. Also, Ireland in the 1920's would not be a good place for someone who fought in WW1 instead of the War of Independence.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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