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The Yellow House

par Patricia Falvey

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"The story of a fiery young woman fighting to reunite her family and reclaim their ancestral home during the war for Irish Independence"--Provided by publisher.
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Eight-year-old Eileen O’Neill of Glenlea, northern Ireland, feels secure, despite tense adult conversation swirling around her in summer 1905. After all, her doting father has, on a whim, brought home pots of yellow paint for their house and turns the painting into a game. Also, the house sits beneath a mountain of physical and spiritual beauty that represents her proud heritage. Eileen has so much to be thankful for. Even if Da seems to have trouble making the family farm pay, the warmth of home outweighs potential threats.

But the Catholic O’Neills live in county Armagh, dominated by Protestants, the more aggressive of whom think nothing of seizing Catholic property or chasing Catholic laborers out of jobs Protestants might want. And when personal misfortunes strike the family, life comes crashing down around their ears.

The Yellow House follows Eileen’s checkered adolescent years and young adulthood through the First World War and the civil war that follows, including her employment at a spinning mill, and her attraction to two older men. There’s James Conlon, a passionate nationalist whose fire appeals to her; she appreciates a fighter, since her family claims warrior ancestry. Then there’s Owen Sheridan, scion to the Quaker mill owner, the opposite of James—measured, sensitive, harder to define, and steadier. He’s also out of bounds, as a Protestant and member of the industrial gentry.

Falvey does best, I think, conveying a society craving a place to belong, hence the value assigned to home and land, and the violence that’s partly a response to dispossession. I can recall only a couple historical novels published here about the Irish civil war, so The Yellow House helps fill that void. I particularly like how she portrays the hard-nosed romantic revolutionaries, who act as though the end always justifies the means, and who love a martyr’s funeral. She renders the mill workers with care as well; these people are trying to get by, thrive on gossip, and will skewer anybody who sticks out from the herd. Eileen provides a ready target.

Occasionally, the prose touches poetry. But overall, the novel disappoints. Eileen, though not a complex character, at least lives in an intriguing predicament, and you want her to find happiness. Theresa, her closest friend, comes through just enough. But the central male characters are types with fewer facets, the firebrand James especially. Perhaps that’s because the narrative often tells what qualities they have, and how Eileen feels afterward, sometimes in a list—anger, joy, etc. Maybe other readers don’t mind that approach, perhaps even find it helpful, but I feel cheated, fobbed off by a generic description. Why should I care, if the author doesn’t?

To her credit, Falvey smashes her heroine hard; Eileen suffers many painful reverses. I wish, though, they were less predictable, didn’t feel ordained. To cite a minor example, the night Da brings home the yellow paint, he’s forgotten the flour and meat his wife wanted. Fun but irresponsible, you think; and sure enough, paragraphs later, he reveals he’s sold some acreage without telling her. Since he’s a recognizable type (and never surprises), you expect the troubles that follow. He’s not strong enough to make a contingency plan or resist effectively. Besides, what drags him down has been dropped into conversation, so it’s inevitable.

At first, I wondered whether Falvey was trying to create a fatalistic universe in which tragedy is inescapable; but no. However often Eileen tells herself that as a poor, Catholic woman she has no standing, she acts differently. She’s a scrapper, never seriously embraces the chance that her circumstances might trap her forever. Nor does she reflect overmuch on her hard life, even less on choices she’s made. When things go wrong, she shouts her anger and pain—she shouts frequently—but moves on afterward in haste. She expresses shock at her reverses, but I’m not convinced; it’s as though she knows what’s in store.

This sense of life ordained affects how the author renders the historical background. Falvey has people anticipate general European war, not only in 1914 but years beforehand, and speak of it in terms nobody used back then and with prescience they couldn’t have possessed. But careless historical research by itself doesn’t undo The Yellow House. What hurts this novel are the generic characters and situations, such that you don’t need tea leaves to guess where the story will go next. ( )
  Novelhistorian | Jan 24, 2023 |
I had no idea how powerful this book would be when I opened it's cover. I choose it at a book sale for it's cover and title alone. Before reading it I checked out a few reviews online and found many readers were disappointed...I didn't find any of their disappointments however. The characters were strongly drawn and if ever you felt frustrated with them for a moment you could see that what you might have perceived as a lack of worldliness they more than made up for with perception and strength of conviction. The time and place are volatile centers for a story and the author carried gracefully through all the layers the sense of being there, not skimming the surface to fit it all in. Beautifully written with a story evocative of nothing short of real life. The end might be a tad predictable but you certainly couldn't predict the path to get there! ( )
  Martialia | Sep 28, 2022 |
Eileen O'Neill and her family are poor Irish Catholics in the late 1800's in Ireland. Eileen's father is a bit of a dreamer who loves to play in a small band. The Irish are oppressed and the Protestants are the oppressors. Eileen is a defiant and strong character throughout the novel. Her constant state of defiance made her somewhat unlikeable. This is historical fiction about the revolutionaries in Ireland during this period and the very hard times for Catholics. It is also a love story about Eileen and Owen Sheridan, a Quaker. It was a good story, but not a great story. ( )
  sandylw | May 24, 2019 |
The story of how Ireland came to be a divided country is told in this historical fiction story. Eileen O'Neill has a love for her ancestral home that will not die despite losing it, both her parents, most of her family and the passage of years. Her dreams of someday returning to the Yellow House are intermingled with her feelings for Owen, a British soldier bound to keep the peace for the King, and James, whose anger against anything Protestant is stronger than any love he may have for her in his fight to bring Ireland out from under British rule. Love, suffering, and the unity of the Irish culture are held out for all to see in this stunning novel that brings life to the centuries old struggle for Ireland to be returned to her people. ( )
1 voter ShouldIReadIt | Sep 26, 2014 |
Interesting reviews. They range from one star to 5, and run the scope of a great read to readers not finishing the book. How could I resist trying such a diverse read?
1 voter Dmtcer | Jun 3, 2014 |
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