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A bizarre road accident propels Celcius Daly into an investigation that could reveal the truth about his mother's death thirty years ago Father Aloysius Walsh spent the last years of his life painstakingly collecting evidence of a yearlong killing spree, unparalleled savagery that blighted Ireland's borderlands at the end of the 1970s. Pinned to his bedroom wall, a macabreA bizarre road accident propels Celcius Daly into an investigation that could reveal the truth about his mother's death thirty years ago Father Aloysius Walsh spent the last years of his life painstakingly collecting evidence of a yearlong killing spree, unparalleled savagery that blighted Ireland's borderlands at the end of the 1970s. Pinned to his bedroom wall, a macabre map charts the grim territory of death—victims, weapons, wounds, dates—and somehow, amid the forest of pins and notes, he had discerned a pattern. . . .   So why did Father Walsh deliberately drive through a cordon of policemen and off the road to his death? Why, when Inspector Celcius Daly arrives at the scene, does he find Special Branch already there? And why is Daly's mother’s name on the priest's map?   The past poisons the present, and Daly’s life will never be the same again.Silence is the 3rd book in the Inspector Celcius Daly Mysteries, but you may enjoy reading the series in any order.  ...

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  • Sandy
    2018-12-27 05:18

    This is a beautifully written book that is literary fiction disguised as a police procedural. On the surface you get the story of Insp. Celsius Daly, an old school copper looking into the death of a priest in a suspicious road accident. But underneath is a poignant exploration of how what we choose to believe about our past affects how we live in the present.The two MC’s are very different men with one thing in common. They both want to expose the truth behind a particular string of murders during the Troubles. In 1979, a seemingly random group of Catholics in Armagh were gunned down one by one in the space of a few weeks. They were not dissidents, IRA rebels or politically influential. Just average people trying to live their lives while dodging the bombs & bullets. One of them was Daly’s mother.We first meet Daniel Hegarty in 1974. After being captured by British Special Forces, he agrees to infiltrate the IRA & become a rat. It’s a decision that will weigh on him for decades & in 2013, he teams up with Father Aloysius Walsh to expose collusion carried out by a secret group of cops, judges & politicians. It’s a dangerous task in today’s N. Ireland where those in power are determined to bury the past & bask in the glittery image of the Celtic Tiger. Celsus Daly was a child when his mother was killed & has spent most of his life as a cop. He’s a bit of a relic in the shiny new Irish police force but is tolerated because of his skills. He’s called to a fatal car crash on a road under construction. And there’s something hinky about the scene. First, why were traffic cones set up to direct the car the wrong way? Second, why is an agent from Special Branch hanging around? The driver is identified as Father Walsh & Daly decides to visit the abbey where he lived. There he finds a room full of notes, police reports & maps dating from the late 1970’s. Walsh was obsessed with specific murders in an area of Armagh & on a list of the victims, Daly finds his mother. He was always told she was in the wrong place at the wrong time & no one was ever held accountable. The fact she was targeted puts a whole different spin on his childhood memories & he wrestles with the implications. What follows is the dark, atmospheric story of Daly’s investigation. Along the way, he’s hampered by Special Branch, terrified and/or missing witnesses & his own deteriorating emotional health. Over the years he became a backseat Catholic & finds no solace in his faith. He still lives in his childhood home & has a lot in common with the crumbling cottage. Both are worn & in need of some TLC. But as Daly plumbs his memories, the cottage also gives up secrets that reveal what really happened in 1979. There are several narrators so we know more than Daly about what others have planned. There is a sinister undercurrent that is enhanced by a strong sense of place. Descriptions of the damp fields, rolling fog & shadows thrown by peat fires make the reader feel chilled & uneasy about what may be unearthed. The writing is lyrical, almost poetic at times which makes you savour the words & the haunting images they evoke.By the end, we learn what happened to Daly’s mother & the others. But it’s also the story of her son’s reconciliation with the past. Like N. Ireland itself, he has to decide what to let go of if he’s going to move forward.

  • Donna Davis
    2019-01-23 02:57

    Silence is the third in the Inspector Celcius Daly series, but I read it alone and didn’t realize I had missed anything until I got online and looked. I received my copy free from Net Galley and Open Road Media in exchange for this honest review. It’s been for sale for almost a year and I apologize for my tardiness; the book had been out for several months before I received my DRC, and so I kept setting this review aside in order to write about stories that were about to be published immediately. None of this should keep you from rushing out to order a copy; as you can see I rated it five stars, and I am picky these days. I am immediately drawn to this book because of the setting; it takes place in Northern Ireland during the Troubles of the 1970s. Although I am impatient with the trite expression used by the journalist in the story—“sectarian violence”—I find the setting resonant and the characters credible. The entire thing is wholly original, but it’s complex, so it’s not something you can read while you’re trying to do something else.Our protagonist is the Inspector Daly, a lonely man with kind intentions and deteriorating mental health. We have a dead man in the priest’s hotel room, but then we learn the dead man isn’t Father Walsh. If that’s not Father Walsh, where has he gotten to, and who is our victim? Last is our villain, Daniel Hegarty, an IRA man captured and turned by the Special Branch. I particularly appreciated the moment with the sheep.The field of mysteries, thrillers, and others of this ilk are thick with mechanisms that make me want to throw things. I think everyone that’s read many books in this genre has a private list. I am simply ecstatic to find that no one here is trying to solve the mystery either because they themselves framed for something they didn’t do, nor because a loved one has been threatened; no one in our tale is kidnapped, blindfolded, gagged, and tossed into the trunk—er, boot—of a car. It’s refreshing. Of course, to get a five star rating takes more than just a lack of irritating features. The setting, in the dark, in the muck, and sweating past police checkpoints, is both visceral and at times, scary. It’s the sort of story that makes a reader snuggle under the covers and be grateful for a safe, warm place to lie down. The characters are not always loveable, but they are entirely believable. That’s what counts with me. And the ending is a complete surprise, yet also makes sense. For those that like literate, complex mysteries, it’s hard to beat. Highly recommended.

  • Orla McAlinden
    2019-01-11 01:01

    SilenceThere is something truly wonderful about finding a recent debut novel by a little known author, and loving it. There’s the excitement, the sharing, the recommending, the knowledge that you are doing your own small part in helping this unknown word-wrangler to find two, or ten, or a hundred new readers. It’s one of my favourite things. But there is this much to be said for starting a brand-new relationship with an already established author…. There’s no waiting. Imagine discovering Dickens…. Literally dozens of gorgeous fat tomes waiting to be picked off. No hovering around the fringes of Facebook and Twitter only to discover that book 2 has been rejected, or is only being published in Swahili. No, just plunge in.That’s what I just did with Anthony J Quinn. He has managed to produce four stunning novels in just a few years and I have just completed an orgiastic wallow through all four at breakneck speed. Delicious.“Silence” is the fourth book and the third in a series revolving around the activities of Celcius Daly, a taciturn and introspective detective in Northern Ireland’s new police force, the brave new world of the PSNI apparently being forged from the corrupted ashes of the old RUC. Daly is introspective and paranoid, seeing enemies round every corner at the new Police headquarters. However, as my aunt Margaret was fond of reminding me; just because you’re paranoid, doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you. Someone is definitely out to get Daly, he’s just not sure yet whom that might be.I love Daly, and I feel like I know him. Quiet to the point of rudeness, introverted, never quite knowing what the hell is going on around him…burning with a deep sense of injustice but always, always, watching what he says, and to whom he says it. Or in other words, the distilled essence of most of the Northern Irish men I know.I might also be prejudiced in that I know the area around the shore of Lough Neagh and Maghery well, and I recognise the part that the location plays in these atmospheric books. I haven’t anything like Quinn’s local knowledge, because I got out of Armagh at 19 years old and wild horses wouldn’t bring me back, but I know it well enough for his words to conjure up the scalp-itching sensation of a cloud of Maghery midges descending on the nape of my neck as the school bus opens its doors for a fraction of a minute while we all swat uselessly at the invaders. When I read Quinn, I also remember the big Ulsterbus nosing, yard by yard, through the sudden mists and dripping fogs, that the lake throws up to thwart Daly as he chases a “fugitive from justice”, before realising that “justice” is considered an unnecessary luxury by those who ran Northern Ireland in the worst times, and who hide still, living privileged lives in three-storey mansions, while the trigger-pullers and the torturers, the spies and the turn-coats drink themselves to death, or hang themselves, or descend slowly into madness.The thought of school, of the bus, of the (few enough) times that the Ulsterbus window crashed in on top of us, as we travelled past the stone-throwing Protestant schoolchildren in Moygashel, brings back old memories, not all bad. As I turn the opening page of the fourth book, I am arrested to see the dedication; to Monsignor Denis Faul, principal of the Boys’ Academy Dungannon, in the years when my sisters and I inhabited the Girls’ Academy, the two schools separated by an unpainted, uncross-able imaginary line through the centre of the Lecture Theatre (which had two doors — lest our virginal palms be sullied by the sweat of boys, left behind on the door handle.)No wonder the books in this series speak to me. They are searingly true, brutally accurate, haunting and haunted. The ghosts of old atrocities dog the pages of all three books in the series, as they continue to do in Northern Ireland to this day, buried under the thinnest possible veneer of normality, eggshell thick. The “petty jealousies”, the shocking deeds of neighbours, the collusion, the cover-ups are only a blink of time behind us, in a country where the famine of 1845-49 and the sack of Drogheda in 1649 have not yet been forgiven, and certainly not forgotten.My only concern about this book, is that Quinn is now so well-known and so internationally read, that international readers may come to the conclusion of “Silence” and remain unconvinced. Such a motive? Such vile deeds to hang upon such slender provocation? Not possible, they might think. To which I will say three things:• If you lived there, at that time, you’ll know people have died for less, a lot, lot, less.• At a similar period in US history, a person in certain states might die for drinking from the wrong water fountain.• What nation do you think birthed and raised Mr Lynch, of the verb “to lynch” ?

  • Ape
    2019-01-25 05:52

    Interesting and rather addictive read, with the particularly interesting angle of following a country's culture, and recent history in weaving a believable and relevant plot. Definately worth a read and I would read Quinn's other books should I come across them. This is a murder mystery, but it's not just any old murder mystery, but one that involves conspiracies and cover ups and the complicated modern history of Northern Ireland, and in particular the troubles of the 1970s.Inspector Celcius Daly (what a name), is perhaps another typical detective - a man in his middle years, a loner, haunted by his past, living in a ramshackle, out-of-the-way place. Although he does have his quirks, being a one man his his chicken kind of guy, with this little black hen that has taken to roosting on his window sill and needs to be carried to the hen house every night. That's the light relief in this book.A police cordon is set up to stop motorists driving off the edge of a cliff - all very honourable. That night a priest comes up to the cordon, and rather than driving as directed, he speeds through and off the cliff. Why would someone do that?And so we go into the world of conspiracies and cover ups and some of the nasty goings on in Northern Ireland in the 1970s. Daly is drawn into all of this on a personal level as his own mother was killed during this time, apparently an innocent caught in the crossfire and accidentally shot. It turns out the priest was investigating the deaths/killings/murders of this time, and Daly's mother was part of his investigations. Could there have been more to her death?This is fiction, but an interesting nod to the fact that it's fiction based on very real events comes in the form of Jacqueline Pryce, a journalist who was working with the priest and was planning on writing a book about it all. It turns out she has been following and encouraging the various involved parties in getting involved so that she can see where things will lead. Because rather than writing a straight up non fiction book, she tells Daly that she thinks it would be good to write this as a fictional account of what went on, with Daly featuring as one of the main protagonists. Silence is fiction, no one would dispute that, but I would guess that it's also inspired by real goings on. Many thanks for the goodreads giveaway where I won this copy!

  • Tredaran
    2019-01-17 03:08

    I found this book to be a bit slow and the resolution a bit of an anti-climax. I've not read Quinn's other books but wondered whether this was a hastily written sequel pushed by the publisher as I detected a lack of author engagement in his plot and characters. The writing is good and he does convey the moodiness and introspection of both landscape and protagonist well, but it was just not compelling enough for me.Received as a Goodreads giveaway.

  • Judie
    2019-01-02 23:11

    Silence is the first book in this series that I tried to read. I'm simply tired of sad sack detectives no matter what country they live in. I read to be intertained and Inspector Daly is too unhappy for me.

  • Rob Kitchin
    2019-01-14 00:06

    Silence is the third book in the Inspector Celcius Daly series set in the borderlands of Northern Ireland. Daly is an introverted and stubborn loner cop who lives in a run-down cottage near to Lough Neagh. In this outing he’s investigating the death of a Catholic priest who had been investigating the death of Daly’s mother, along with others, in 1979. Daly had been told his mother was caught in the crossfire of a skirmish between the police force and Republican terrorists. Father Walsh’s research shows she was killed in cold blood by Loyalist paramilitaries colluding with serving police officers. The police force wants to keep the collusion under wraps to protect its reputation and the officers involved. Daly is only interested in the truth. With his usual single-mindedness he starts to gather evidence to supplement that collated by Father Walsh. Unlike much crime fiction that is driven primarily by the plot and the interactions between a fairly large cast of characters, Silence is an in-depth character study of a man struggling with himself and his past, and the landscape and history of the Irish borderlands. Quinn dwells on Daly’s inner turmoil, the atmosphere and sense of place, and the secrets of a dirty war. The result is a highly reflexive, literary crime tale that juxtaposes the present fragile peace with the need for truth and reconciliation. The prose is often delicious, there’s some nice intertextuality with Stuart Neville’s work, and a clever knowing nod to the storytelling with a passage in which a journalist details how she’s going to tell the story of the 1979 murders through a fiction piece starring Daly (Quinn is a journalist). Where the story suffers a little bit is the ending which seemed a little truncated and the denouement lacked conviction and resolution. In addition, there was one element that did not ring true for me and bumped me out of the story. Nonetheless, an interesting piece of introspective crime fiction.

  • Sarah
    2018-12-31 06:03

    Not as good as the two previous novels in the series, mainly because Inspector Daly is in a dark, dark place for most of the book. But, hey, who wouldn't be when finding out that their mom's accidental shooting during the Troubles was actually an intentional hit? Those cops were crooked back then in Northern Ireland AND Ireland--this book is full of spies and crooks and crazy nuts who messed up a lot of people back then. No wonder the Armagh area of Ireland/UK isn't in any of the travel books--just a few years ago it was covered in police checkpoints and bomb craters.

  • Jack
    2018-12-31 03:59

    A priest drives off the road and dies. But Inspector Daly realises there is something strange about the accident. He follows a trail back through the Troubles, with a personal connection. The writing gives the story an ethereal quality.

  • Audrey Bart
    2019-01-14 01:01

    I loved this novel to bits. Anthony Quin writes the most mysterious detective novels, with Celcius Daly as the very strange detective on the case.

  • Mary Crawford
    2019-01-04 00:55

    Yet again the countryside is described so atlospherically but the story is slow. Will Celcius ever be happy or is he doomed to be a maligned, sad and unloved PSNI officer? Will he ever clean the cottage and make it habitable?

  • Anne
    2019-01-08 06:15

    I received a preview copy of this book from Goodreads. This book set in Northern Ireland, present day, but with continuous reference back to the Troubles of the late 70' early 80s and proves that the past is never very far behind us. Hence this is quite a dark novel, very well written but sometimes, I felt, a little over wordy. The characters are all highly believable and the mystery is concluded in a very proficient manner. I will now seek out the other two books in the Inspector Daly series and recommend you do the same.

  • Patrick Lavelle
    2019-01-14 00:17

    Read this after reading the Independent review describing it as 'hypnotically expressive' and 'irresistible'. Not far wrong I would say. Superb writing and landscape description. Felt I was immersed in the moody setting.

  • John
    2019-01-11 01:19

    Very Good. Myluck picking good books continues.

  • Chloe Macphail
    2018-12-30 05:20

    nice easy read. nothing really pops out about this book.id say its more of a holiday read.

  • Ryan Mishap
    2018-12-30 02:15

    A quality entry for this melancholy series set in an Ireland still haunted by sectarian strife. The past has been a dark character in each of the three novels, but this time...it's personal (ha!). While the dearth of fully drawn female characters causes me to warn those going into this that it is a man's world, it is a very good novel.