I just finished Annie Dunne (public library, Apple Books, Kindle, paperback), my third Sebastian Barry book. In his usual way, it's an exquisitely told story of an Irish country spinster who wonders what life can possibly be for.

We will survive in the creak of a broken gate, the whistle of a bird, the perpetual folding and unfolding of the blossom of my crab-apple tree, a thousand little scraps of crinoline fiercely crushed and fiercely released.

That is but a sample of Sebastian Barry prose that left me weeping, the same as with the other two Barry books I’ve read, A Long Long Way and Days Without End.