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Michael McLaverty

Writer
1904-1992

Born in Carrickmacross, Co Monaghan, McLaverty was five when his parents moved to Clowney Street, off the Falls Road in Belfast. He was educated in St. Malachy's College and Queen's University, Belfast, graduating in 1927 and gaining an MSc in 1933. He spent a year at St. Mary's, Strawberry Hill, London and gained a Higher Diploma in Education, during which time his friendship with arts students stimulated his interest in literature. In 1929 he began his teaching career, teaching maths and physics, in St John's PES in West Belfast. He remaining there until 1957 when he was appointed principal of a new school, St Thomas' Secondary, on the Whiterock Road, retiring in 1964.

One of Ireland's finest writers, McLaverty's stories draw on the people and places where he lived, visited and worked, and they feature in his writing - Carrickmacross, Rathlin Island, Toomebridge, Belfast, the Lecale area of County Down. His short stories, regarded by many as his best work, are lyrical evocations of human emotions and moral choices and their attention to detail of place and mood paint a vivid portrait of the lives and ethical dilemmas of ordinary people. His writing was increasingly influenced by his strong moral sense and his finely drawn characters display the conflicting themes of the human condition, reflecting their uniquely Irish Catholic perspectives, played out often to their logical, and sometimes stark, conclusion. In his introduction to Collected Short Stories Seamus Heaney, who had been a student teacher in St. Thomas's in McLaverty's last years there, wrote that his work showed 'a comprehension of the central place of suffering and sacrifice in the life of the spirit'.

Short Stories: The White Mare and Other Stories (1943); The Game Cock and Other Stories (1947); The Road to the Shore (1976); Collected Short Stories (1978).

Novels: Call My Brother Back (1939); Lost Fields (1949); In This Thy Day (1945); The Three Brothers (1948); Truth in The Night (1952); School For Hope (1954); The Choice (1958); The Brightening Day (1965)

See also: In Quiet Places - The Uncollected Stories, Letters and Critical Prose of Micheal McLaverty Sophia Hillen King 1989, and
The Silken Twine - A Study of the Works of Michael McLaverty Sophia Hillen King 1992

Location of plaque: Killard, Co Down, McLaverty holiday home and residence after his retirement.

见于：http://www.ulsterhistory.co.uk/mclaverty.htm

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Michael McLaverty
Michael McLaverty was born in July, 1904, at Carrrickmacross, Co. Monaghan, and was partly raised on Rathlin Island, Co. Antrim, before moving to Belfast, where he taught for many years. His novels are Call My Brother Back (London & New York, Longmans, Green 1939); Lost Fields (New York & Toronto, Longmans, Green 1941); In This Thy Day (London, Jonathan Cape/ New York, Macmillan 1945); The Three Brothers (Jonathan Cape 1948); Truth in the Night (New York, Macmillan, 1951/London, Jonathan Cape, 1952); School For Hope (Jonathan Cape 1954); The Choice (Jonathan Cape 1958); The Brightening Day (New York, Macmillan 1965); In Quiet Places (Dublin, Poolbeg, 1989). He also published one volume of children’s fiction, Billy Boogles and the Brown Cow (Poolbeg 1982). His collections of short stories are The White Mare and Other Stories (New York, Devin-Adair, 1947); The Game Cock and Other Stories (London, Jonathan Cape/ New York, Devin-Adair, 1947); The Road to the Shore and Other Sotries (Dublin, Poolbeg [1976]); Collected Short Stories (Dublin: Poolbeg, edited by David Marcus, 1979); Collected Short Stories, edited by with an afterword Sophia Hillan, and Introduction by Seamus Heaney, and wood engravings by Barbara Childs (Belfast, Blackstaff Press 2002). He died in 1992.

MY choice is Michael McLaverty, who, sadly, is no relation. A writer from the 1940s and 1950s, much neglected outside Ireland, his books of beautifully crafted short stories - The Game Cock and The White Mare and his novel Call My Brother Back - are full of sensuous detail but he never overdoes things. His advice to Seamus Heaney as a young wordsmith was "Don't have the veins bulging in your biro when you write". He was one of the first short story writers I ever read (The Poteen Maker and The Wild Duck's Nest) and the act of reading him made me want to write, however improbable that seemed at the time.

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