This sharply observed and quietly savage comic novel is one of the funniest satires of small-town Irish life in years. The night JC was born, sleepy little Ballysheel appeared to hold its breath. Even its fast-flowing river slowed down almost to a trickle. It was as if nature itself was aware that a momentous event was taking place. But nobody ever dreamed just how momentous that night was to be. Even when the mysterious healings began, and the horrendous deaths occurred, the town carried on as usual. Only when the inexplicable pregnancies became noticeable did people realise that something extraordinary was happening in Ballysheel. But what was it? What was turning winter into high summer and sending pious people screaming out of their parish church? And just who was this young healer? Was he the fake Father Denny claimed him to be, or the God recognised and followed by delighted young children?