An Irish Country Village (Irish Country Books)

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Press:Forge Books Forge Books; 1st edition (February 5, 2008)
Publication Date:2008-2-5
ISBN:9780765316240
Author Name:Patrick Taylor
Pages:432
Language:English

Content

Patrick Taylor first charmed readers with An Irish Country Doctor, a warm and enchanting novel in the tradition of James Herriot and Jan Karon. 
Now Taylor returns to the colorful Northern Ireland community of Ballybucklebo, where there's always something brewing beneath the village's deceptively sleepy surface.Young Doctor Barry Laverty has only just begun his assistantship under his eccentric mentor, Dr.
Fingal Flahertie O'Reilly, but he already feels right at home in Ballybucklebo.
When the sudden death of a patient casts a cloud over Barry's reputation, his chances of establishing himself in the village are endangered, especially since the grieving widow is threatening a lawsuit.
While he anxiously waits for the postmortem results that he prays will exonerate him, Barry must regain the trust of the gossipy Ulster village, one patient at a time.
From a put-upon shop girl with a mysterious rash to the troubled pregnancy of a winsome young lass who's not quite married yet, Ballybucklebo provides plenty of cases to keep the two country G.P.s busy.Not all their challenges are medical in nature.
When a greedy developer sets his sights on the very heart of the community, the village pub, it's up to the doctors to save the Black Swan (affectionately known to the locals as the "Mucky Duck") from being turned into an overpriced tourist trap.
After all, the good citizens of Ballybucklebo need some place to drink to each other's health.
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.Whether you've visited in the past, or are discovering Ballybucklebo for the first time, An Irish Country Village is an ideal location for anyone looking for wit, warmth, and just a touch of blarney.

Review

“Highly readable. 
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Detailed medical procedures of the era are fascinating to a modern reader.
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The book, with its spot-on dialects and neatly tied endings, largely succeeds as light entertainment.” ―Publishers Weekly on An Irish Country Village“Full of stories and vivid characters, the novel recalls a good night in a pub.
Its greatest charm lies in homey Ulster idioms.
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Good, light entertainment.” ―Booklist on An Irish Country Village“An Irish Country Doctor makes for escapist, delightful fun.” ―Publishers Weekly“Ballybucklebo is an easy place for readers to sink into, with likable characters and atmospheric dialogue.” ―Kirkus Reviews on An Irish Country Doctor

About the Author

Patrick Taylor, M.D., is the author of the Irish Country books, including An Irish Country Doctor, An Irish Country Christmas, An Irish Country Girl, and An Irish Country Courtship. 
Taylor was born and raised in Bangor, County Down in Northern Ireland.
After qualifying as a specialist in 1969, he worked in Canada for thirty-one years.
He now lives on Saltspring Island, British Columbia.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

Chapter 1Barry Laverty—Doctor Barry Laverty—heard the clattering of a frying pan on a stove and smelled bacon frying. 
Mrs.
“Kinky” Kincaid, Doctor O’Reilly’s housekeeper, had breakfast on, and Barry realized he was ravenous.Feet thumped down the stairs, and a deep voice said, “Morning, Kinky.”“Morning yourself, Doctor dear.”“Young Laverty up yet?” Despite the fact that half the village of Ballybucklebo, County Down, Northern Ireland, had been partying in his back garden for much of the night, Doctor Fingal Flahertie O’Reilly, Laverty’s senior colleague, was up and doing.“I heard him moving about, so.”Barry’s head was a little woozy, but he smiled as he left his small attic bedroom.
He found the Cork woman’s habit of tacking “so” to the ends of most of her sentences endearing and less grating than the “so it is” or “so I will” added for emphasis by the folks from his native province of Ulster.In the bathroom he washed the sleep from his blue eyes, which in the shaving mirror blinked at him from an oval face under fair hair, a cowlick sticking up from the crown.He finished dressing and went downstairs to the dining room, passing as he did the ground-floor parlour that Doctor O’Reilly used as his surgery, which Barry knew an American doctor would have called his “office.” He hoped to be spending a lot of time here in the future.
He paused to glimpse inside the by now familiar room.“Don’t stand there with both legs the same length,” O’Reilly growled from the dining room opposite.
“Come on in and let Kinky feed us.”“Coming.” Barry went into the dining room, blinking at the August sunlight streaming in through the bay windows.“Morning, Barry.” O’Reilly, wearing a collarless striped shirt and red braces to hold up his tweed trousers, sat at the head of a large mahogany table, a teacup held in one big hand.“Morning, Fingal.” Barry sat and poured himself a cup.
“Grand day.”“I could agree,” said O’Reilly, “if I didn’t have a bit of a strong weakness.” He yawned and massaged one temple, his bushy eyebrows moving closer as he spoke.
Barry could see tiny veins in the whites of O’Reilly’s brown eyes.
The big man’s craggy face with its cauliflower ears and listing-to-port nose broke into a grin.
“When I was in the navy it’s what we used to call ‘a self-inflicted injury.’ It was quite the ta-ta-ta-ra yesterday.”Barry laughed and wondered how many pints of Guinness his mentor had sunk the previous night.
Ordinarily drink would have as much effect on O’Reilly as a teaspoon of water on a forest fire.
Barry still wasn’t sure if the man’s magnanimous offer, made in the middle of what had seemed to be the hooley to end all hooleys, had been the Guinness talking or whether O’Reilly was serious.
When he’d first woken he’d thought he might’ve dreamed the whole thing, but now he clearly remembered that he’d vowed before laying his head on the pillow to muster the courage this morning to ask O’Reilly if he had meant it.He knew he could let the hare sit, wait for O’Reilly to repeat the offer under more professional circumstances, but damn it all, this was important.
Barry glanced down at the table, then back straight into O’Reilly’s eyes.
“Fingal,” he said putting down his cup.“What?”“You were serious, weren’t you, about offering me a full-time assistantship for one year and then a partnership in your practice?”O’Reilly’s cup stopped halfway to his lips.
His hairline moved lower and rumpled the skin of his forehead.
Pallor appeared at the tip of his bent nose.Barry involuntarily turned one shoulder towards the big man, as a pistol duellist of old might have done in order to present his enemy with a smaller target.
The pale nose was a sure sign that fires smouldering beneath O’Reilly’s crust were about to break through the surface.“Was I what?” O’Reilly slammed his cup into his saucer.
“Was I what?”Barry swallowed.
“I only meant—”“Holy thundering mother of Jesus Christ Almighty I know what you meant.
Why the hell would you think I wasn’t serious?”“Well...” Barry struggled desperately to find diplomatic words.
“You...
that is, we...
we’d had a fair bit to drink.”O’Reilly pushed his chair away from the table, cocked his head to one side, stared at Barry—and began to laugh, great throaty rumbles.Barry looked expectantly into O’Reilly’s face.
His nose tip had returned to its usually florid state.
The laugh lines at the corners of the big man’s eyes had deepened.“Yes, Doctor Barry Laverty, I was serious.
Of course I was bloody well serious.
I’d like you to stay.”“Thank you.”“Don’t thank me.
Thank yourself.
I’d not have made you the offer if I didn’t think you were fitting in here in Ballybucklebo, and if the customers hadn’t taken a shine to you.”Barry smiled.“You just keep it up.
You hear me?”“I do.”O’Reilly stood and started to walk round the table until he stood over Barry.
O’Reilly stretched out his right hand.
“If we were a couple of horse traders we’d spit on our hands before we sealed the contract, but I think maybe a couple of GPs should forgo that in favour of a simple handshake.”Barry rose and accepted O’Reilly’s clasp, relieved to find it wasn’t the man’s usual knuckle-crushing version of a handshake.
“Thanks, Fingal,” he said.
“Thanks a lot and I will try to—”“I’m sure you will,” said O’Reilly, releasing Barry’s hand, “but all this serious conversation has me famished, and I’m like a bull with a headache until I get my breakfast.
Where the hell’s Kinky?” He turned and started to amble back to his chair.Barry heard a loud rumbling from O’Reilly’s stomach.
He did not say, “Excuse me.” Barry had learned that the man never apologized; indeed his confession of being short-tempered in the morning was the closest Barry knew O’Reilly would get to expressing regret for having roared at Barry moments earlier.
The man rarely explained himself and seemed to live entirely by his own set of rules, the first being “Never, never, never let the patients get the upper hand.”Barry heard a noise behind him and turned to see Mrs.
Kincaid standing in the doorway.
He hadn’t heard her coming.
For a woman of her size she was light on her feet.“You’re ready now for your breakfast, are you, Doctors?” she said, moving into the room, setting a tray on the sideboard, lifting plates, and putting one before O’Reilly and one in front of Barry.
“I didn’t want to interrupt.
I know you’re discussing important things, so.” Her eyes twinkled and she winked at Barry.
“But you get carried away sometimes, don’t you, Doctor O’Reilly dear? I hear that kind of thing is very bad for the blood pressure.”“Get away with you, Kinky.” O’Reilly was grinning at her, but with the kind of look a small boy might give his mother when he knew he’d been caught out in some peccadillo.Barry turned his attention to his breakfast.
On his plate two rashers of Belfast bacon kept an orange-yolked egg company.
Half a fried tomato perched on a crisp triangle of soda farl.
A pork sausage, two rings of black pudding, and one of white topped off the repast.
He felt himself salivate as the steam rising from the platter tickled his nostrils.
If professional reasons weren’t enough to keep him here, Mrs.
Kincaid’s cooking certainly tipped the scales.
“Thanks, Kinky,” he said.
“When I get through this, I’ll be ready to go and call the cows home.”He saw her smile.
“Eat up however little much is in it, and leave the cows to the farmers, so.” She turned to go, her silver chignon catching the sun’s rays as they slipped through the room’s bay window to sparkle in her hair and plant diamonds in the cut-glass decanters on the sideboard.“Thanks, Kinky,” said O’Reilly, tucking a linen napkin into his shirt-neck.
He waved his fork.
“Begod I could eat a horse, a bloody Clydesdale, saddle and all.” He shoved most of one rasher into his mouth.Barry swallowed a small piece of tomato.O’Reilly speared a piece of black pudding and chewed with what appeared to be the enthusiasm of a famished crocodile feeding on a fat springbok.
“I can’t face the day without my breakfast.
Once I get this into me, I’ll be a new man.”As Barry sliced his bacon he heard the front doorbell, Kinky’s footsteps, and a man’s voice.
Kinky reappeared in the dining room.
“It’s Archibald Auchinleck, the milkman.”“On a Sunday morning?” O’Reilly growled through a mouthful of soda farl.“He says he’s sorry, but—”“All right,” O’Reilly growled, ripping the napkin from his throat.
“Between you making breakfast late with your questions and the patients interrupting it,” he said, eyeing Barry, “I’ll die of starvation.” He stood and walked down past the table.
Mrs.
Kincaid moved up the other side.
The pair of them look like partners in a slip jig, Barry thought.“I’ll pop this back in the oven.
Keep it warm, so.” She lifted...

From AudioFile

This warm story is a sequel to the popular AN IRISH COUNTRY DOCTOR and offers listeners the same winsome yet troublesome villagers as the first novel. 
Narrator John Keating has a gift for presenting Irish accents that are both authentic and comprehensible.
This vocal clarity matters because there is so much folksy humor one shouldn't miss.
In this story Dr.
Fingal Flahertie O'Reilly has a new assistant, who must prove his abilities to the people of Ballybucklebo--and to himself.
Like the Herriot books, this is filled with the daily problems of patients, which are not always medical.
The book was written by a doctor in Bangor, County Down, and is read flawlessly by Keating.
D.L.G.
© AudioFile 2008, Portland, Maine-- Copyright © AudioFile, Portland, Maine

--This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

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  •     I like the characterts. I like the way Patrick Taylor writes.
  •     The whole "Irish Country" stories by Patrick Taylor makes me wish I had the advantage of belonging to such a time and place. A true escape from the hussle and bussle of this world. Also really loved the different quotes the doctors used to catch each other up. Can't wait for the next book!!
  •     It's light weight but relaxing and does hold your interest for the most part.
  •     "Cute" story, but predicatable.
  •     As usual Patrick Taylor does not disappoint. I can't wait to read the rest of these. My local library does not have all of the series. Love Kindle
  •     This second book in Patrick Taylor's Country Village series moves along smoothly. It makes you wonder all the way till the end what certain results will be.
  •     Love this series. So funny
  •     I love everything about this book and its wonderful characters. Realistic & uplifting.
  •     It's a great story. fast paced, funny, and written in excellent language. It deserves 5 stars. I don't want to read about violence.
  •     This was my first Irish Country novel and I loved it! I'm hooked. Nice to read about a simpler time esp with today's crazy pace. I like the character studies and the old Doc is hilarious!
  •     This sequel to An Irish Country Doctor is less jargon-filled than its predecessor- or maybe I'm becoming more accustomed to the writing style.
  •     Charming and noteworthy
  •     I am a nurse and their description of the medical situations is really good and clinically pretty accurate! And the characters are believable!
  •     What a good read. The characters are well developed and real. The small town experience as described for those who have personally experienced it is wonderfully familiar allowing the reader to feel at home. I have been hooked and am now reading the third in the series.
  •     Interesting little book. Characters stereotypical with a lot of exaggeration. A nice little book for those who want to read something uplifting, easy, and not complex.
  •     Superior product, Excellent price, Super service, Check this buyer out!!!
  •     great family reading
 

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