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The Shining River

Kevin Stevens
Kevin Stevens is a US native living – for the most part ‑ in Dublin. He has published two novels, Song for Katya, a love story set in the Soviet Union during the Brezhnev era, and The Rizzoli Contract, a political thriller set in 1980s Boston. He has also published two books for younger readers, This Ain’t No Video Game, Kid, a novel for young adults set in Seattle; and most recently The Powers, which has been designated a Dublin Citywide Read by the Unesco City of Literature programme. His nonfiction includes The Cops Are Robbers, an account of New England’s largest bank burglary, which was made into an NBC Movie of the Week, and The Bird Era, a history of the Boston Celtics basketball team from 1978 to 1988. He has written reviews and criticism for The Irish Times and the Dublin Review of Books, including for the latter a sparkling and widely read series of studies of major American twentieth and twenty-first century writers including JD Salinger, Saul Bellow, John Updike, Philip Roth, Lorrie Moore and Alice Munro. His new novel, Reach the Shining River, from which we include an extract below, is published by Betimes Books at $16 and is also available for Kindle for $4.99. Kevin also blogs at http://reachtheshiningriver.wordpress.com/ EXTRACT – COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL “Emmett, will you help me with this?” Fay sat at her vanity, head bent so that her hair draped over her shoulders. The delicate lines of her neck caught the bedroom light. Between her fingers she held the ends of her pearl necklace. He secured the clasp and, on impulse, kissed the white skin. Slightly, but obviously, she flinched. He stepped back. “Thank you, darling,” she said. With fierce strokes she brushed her hair. Its copper tones glowed against her clear skin and silk dress. In the mirror her green eyes were stony and glinting. Since the miscarriage there had been this distance. Nearly a year now. As if it was his fault. He buttoned his suit coat. “You’ll need to get a move on, we don’t want to be late.” “Don’t worry about that. Isabel will be a half an hour late. At least half an hour.” The wedding was at Trinity Episcopal; the reception, for two hundred and fifty guests, at the Muehlebach Hotel. Highlight of the Kansas City summer calendar. Fay’s Uncle Robert was not shy about showing off his wealth, and Isabel was her father’s daughter. Maine lobster on…



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