UNDER THE BRIDGE
I told you last month that I was starting to read Under the Bridge, the first of Jack Byrne’s trilogy, which covers a hundred years of the connection between Liverpool and the author’s ancestral home of Wicklow. The other two are Across the Water and Before the Storm.
After the first few pages I predicted that it was going to be a brilliant read and, while I am no Nostradamus, my forecast was accurate.
The author was born and reared in Liverpool but his father emigrated for Wicklow, near the beautiful Vale of Avoca, after WW2.
Jack says, “My Irishness came late. It was delayed by tragedy and a commitment to class. The idea to which we attach our identity is not always chosen freely at first. It comes from the water we swim in, the roads we travel along and the events and people we meet. The identity we finally accept is in our hands. We determine who we are, not where and when we are.”
The tragedy he refers to was the suicide of his older brother in Ebrington barracks, Derry, in Nov, 1975. It was three days before Jack’s fifteenth birthday. “He used the rifle issued by Her Majesty’s Government to kill an Irishman. Himself.”
His Irishness may, as he says, come late but he certainly has his finger on the pulse of life on both sides of the Irish Sea, not just now but, whether through genetic memory or what, for decades before he was born. In thirty nine chapters he takes us through stories of love, hate, intrigue, bent cops and every crime imaginable including murder.
He told me, “My three novels in The Liverpool Mystery trilogy are not the story of my family, but of families like mine, who have crossed the Irish sea to build new lives and families.” Some of those fictitious characters are not nice people. The reader is given insight into Jack Power, a Wicklow man and his cohorts who are involved in some heavy duty criminality. The book starts with a human bone being unearthed on a building site by a JCB. It is spotted by Michael, an Irish caretaker.
This led to a long journey by Vinny Connelly, a student, and Anne McCarthy, a journalist. In their search for the truth they are led to a labyrinth of deceit, greed, threats and double crossing. Their mission involves enough twists, turns and Cul-de- Sacs to rival any scene in the best of Richard Osman’s works. Jack Byrne can describe in detail anything from Liverpool weather to an uncouth Irishman eating toast to a Tipperary man breaking a haulier’s finger while working for Jack Power and Anne McCarthy’s one-night stand with a cop, all done through a prowess with words that very few writers possess.
What led to this son of a Wicklow emigrant being able to, in the words of D. H. Lawrence, “… muse and thunder in such a lovely language”?
Perhaps the author himself gives us a clue, ” By the mid-seventies, I had chosen. I stood at the bus stop in Speke council estate, briefcase in hand, waiting for the bus to a grammar school. My parents had left for work before we got up. Two sisters were next to me, waiting for the bus to a local factory. I remembered Heath saying “it is the government or the miners” and being happy the miners won. A shop steward brother introduced me to Paul Mackintosh Foot and The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists. I couldn’t decide between Slade and T-Rex, but did decide The Communist Manifesto spoke for me. The working class is still the spectre haunting Europe.”
Under the Bridge is published by Northodox Press and when you read it you will certainly want to read the other two in the trilogy.
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