Ollie Ewing is barely surviving. Back home in Sligo after 'a few experiences' in London, he collects trolleys in a supermarket car park and lives in a run-down house with a group of art students. Tormented by old regrets and terrible fears - vague recollections of his brother's violent demise, and his best friend's grisly end as a pile of charred bones in the back of a lorry - he decides at last to confront his demons. “I reached two conclusions when I got to the end of this disturbing, funny, mad and beautifully human novel: it's a great book, and Dermot Healy is Ireland's greatest writer.” - Roddy Doyle