Thomas Lynch

Thomas Lynch is a writer and funeral director. Booking Passage: We Irish and Americans came out last year.

Mostly I remember the quick pearlescent cloud, the puff of white it made in the rush of current, when I dumped Hughey’s ashes in the water. And watching what remained of him disappear downstream, I thought of the masked man riding off at the end of that cowboy show I watched as a boy: ‘A fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty Hi-Yo Silver! The Lone...

Sweeney

Thomas Lynch, 3 October 1996

SWEENEY: Ah! Now the gallows trap has opened that drops the strongest to the ground!

Crapper

Thomas Lynch, 21 March 1996

Death and the sun are not to be looked at in the face.

All Hallows Eve

Thomas Lynch, 8 February 1996

I wanted to know the day I would die. It seemed a useful bit of information for handicapping insurance policies, timing regrets, tendering farewells to former lovers. I wanted some precision in the calculation – if not the day, then possibly the age at which I’d cease to be, at least so far as those around me were concerned.’

The Right Hand of the Father

Thomas Lynch, 4 January 1996

I had an uneventful childhood. Added to my mother’s conviction that her children were precious was my father’s terrible wariness. He saw peril in everything, disaster was ever at hand. Some mayhem with our name on it lurked around the edges of our neighbourhood waiting for a lapse of parental oversight to spirit us away. In the most innocent of enterprises, he saw a danger. In every football game he saw the ruptured spleen, the death by drowning in every backyard pool, leukaemia in every bruise, broken necks on trampolines, the deadly pox or fever in every rash or bug bite.

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