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I have come to think of all the metal in my body as artificial stars, glistening beneath the skin, a constellation of old and new metal. A map, a tracing of connections and a guide to looking at things from different angles.
How do you tell the story of life that is no one thing? How do you tell the story of a life in a body as it goes through sickness, health, and motherhood? And how do you tell that story when you are not just a woman but a woman in Ireland? In these powerful and daring essays, Sinéad Gleeson does that very thing. In doing so she delves into a range of subjects: art, illness, ghosts, grief, and our very ways of seeing.
In writing that is in the tradition of some of our finest writers, such as Olivia Laing, Maggie O'Farrell, and Maggie Nelson, yet still in her own spirited, warm voice, Gleeson takes us on a journey that is both personal and universal in its resonance.
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