A startling, delight-filled tour of graveyards and the people who love them, dazzlingly told.
Never has a book about death been so full of life. James Joyce and Charles Dickens would've loved it - a book that reveals much gravity in the humour and many stories in the graveyard. It also reveals Peter Ross to be among the best non-fiction writers in the country.
His stories are always a joy.
I'm a card-carrying admirer of Peter Ross.
A phenomenal, lyrical, beautiful book
In his absorbing book about the lost and the gone, Peter Ross demolishes some myths: death is not the great leveller, nor are the departed faithful to their resting places. Some corpses are more equal than others, and bones go roving, turning up under the floors of the living; as history goes to work, victims become saints, saints become sinners again. In a survey that takes us from Flanders Fields to Milltown to Kensal Green, to melancholy islands and surprisingly lively ossuaries, Ross shows us how cemeteries are 'gyms for the imagination.' Where the dead and the living meet, stories are generated. But this is much more than a collection of anecdotes, grim and jolly. It is a considered and moving book on the timely subject of how the dead are remembered, and how they go on working below the surface of our lives.