Irish Freedom

With green eyes and an easy smile, Frank McCabe stole me away from the nightmares that awaited me at home. But the son of the Irish Mob would never be mine. I belonged to the Italians. And the moment my mother sold me to the head of the Italian Mafia, I became the one the people of Boston were warned about. The only person more feared than me in our city is the Irish Ghost. When I finally flee my marital prison with my sons and my sister in tow, I unwittingly run straight into the ghost of the Irishman who died in a fiery explosion years ago.

Se protéger la met en danger... Demander de l'aide aux Phoenix Ashes était ma dernière carte, et je viens de la jouer. En échange de leur soutien, je travaille pour eux. Plus précisément, pour Irish, un patron tyrannique qui n'a aucune envie de bosser avec moi. Ça tombe bien, je déteste être sa secrétaire. Mais je n'ai pas le choix, deux autres vies dépendent de moi. Le piège ? En débarquant à Roseville, j'ai attiré l'attention de ceux que je fuis depuis plus de deux ans. Et ils arrivent...

"Christopher Klein's fresh telling of this story is an important landmark in both Irish and American history." —James M. McPherson Just over a year after Robert E. Lee relinquished his sword, a band of Union and Confederate veterans dusted off their guns. But these former foes had no intention...

Did you know that a poet named William Drennan was the first to name Ireland the “Emerald Island”? He was referring to the green hills of Ireland’s countryside in his poem “When Erin first rose”. The countryside is what defines Ireland probably the best since, for a long time, it played a major role in the economy and culture of the nation.

Briarhill to Brooklyn is a work of creative nonfiction, in which I tell the story of my Irish family’s journey from County Galway on a coffin ship named Cushlamachree. Their destination was Brooklyn.