General Release October 12th 2021
“…instantly enjoyable...an immersive experience...[t]he phraseology is constantly beguiling...an extraordinary debut from a contemporary writer…” Peter O'Neill, Poet, Translator, Editor, & Critic
“…a compelling way to present a period of Irish history filled with darkness and heartbreak; MacTíre [is] a constantly engaging persona…a character who refuses the call of both sides…” RF 5-Star Review
Historical Musings in 18th Century Ireland
In the midst of Rebellion are legends wrought, and Mogue Trench knows of a tale never told. What better time to relay it than as the rope awaits.
The Highwayman Joseph Mac Tíre knows of hardship - at the hands of Redcoats and Republicans alike - so Ireland's political struggle has less appeal than mentoring an orphan in the ways of the underworld.
Yet the world has a way of catching up to men whose hearts know only darkness - men who hunt, and kill, and howl in rage.
But sooner or later, they howl no more.
Daniel’s writing is poetry in motion, historical and socio-political introspection at play with adventure within and speculation on a somewhat esoteric (and often misrepresented) spatial and temporal landscape.
This tale of a highwayman refusing to bend to the will of partisan political action and questioning the motivations of the players involved is perhaps relevant in many contemporary contexts. Amidst the unfolding tale are many points of reflection worth taking on board.
“A Land Without Wolves…reflect[s] on a volatile period of Irish history in an honest assessment of what was lost and gained by the rebellion. Daniel Wade demonstrates…a nuanced understanding of the reality of the historical context…” RF Review
Daniel's Wade upcoming novel is an engrossing work of Historical Fiction set in late 18th Century Ireland. It is a tale written with a passion for words and great literary works of historical significance.
Amidst the backdrop of rebellion brewing against the British Crown, Joseph MacTíre schools the orphaned Mogue Trench in the ways of the underworld and the life of an outlaw, while philosophies of freedom are tried and tested and literature is devoured.
But the past has a way of catching up with men like Joseph MacTíre; and the future is ever a harsh Judge.
“If what they say is true,” the hangman murmured behind him, “then may God damn ye soon as he sees ye.” Breath steaming out in silvery plumes, Mogue Trench glanced up at the noose. Outlined by the glare, it looked withered and egg-shaped, a maw of agape nylon gently swaying from the traverse beam in the dawn breeze like a hypnotist’s pendulum. He couldn’t help but wonder how many necks it had snapped over the years.
MacTíre’s breath was drawn in, and his ears were pricked for hoof beat thuds, the hollow commotion of a carriage. He lay on his stomach, the stony margent damp against his skin, even with the gloves he wore. Even under the moon’s full scrutiny, he stayed hidden, his cheek and jaw swiped by the damp air. The tide’s salty aroma stung his nostrils. He didn’t mind the cold; in fact, he barely noticed it anymore. There had been a time when the damp chill would slowly infest his bones, leaching his body of all warmth, but years of sleeping under the stars had now numbed him to such sensations.
For days after Tintern Abbey’s central tower caught fire, the flames could be seen for miles around, a great spiralling pillar of smoke mushrooming angrily at the winter sky. It glowed through the night like some hellish beacon, warning whomever saw it to keep away rather than come closer. Naturally, many people’s curiosity proved greater than their caution.
He now wished to know it all, to trawl through his newfound and roughly devised curricula with the fervour of a catechumen: the truth of an institution’s purpose, the faculties of men all proving equal, regardless of birth or circumstance or level of prowess, the strange harmony of the sciences. His mind was a tool as useful and as germane as a blade or a sickle. He came to see himself as a citizen of nowhere – not of Ireland, or England, or the Empire, nor any place neatly marked and tabulated on a chart and curbed by countless borders and imagined boundaries – nor as a subject to any king or potentate, or any man who might declare himself vested with powers of rule.
Daniel Wade is a poet, playwright, novelist and scriptwriter from Dublin, Ireland. In January 2017, his play The Collector opened the 20th anniversary season of the New Theatre, Dublin. His spoken-word album Embers and Earth, available for download on iTunes and Spotify, launched the previous October at the National Concert Hall.
A prolific performer, Daniel has featured at many festivals including Electric Picnic, Body and Soul, and the 2019 International Literature Festival (ILFD). In January 2020, his radio drama Crossing the Red Line was broadcast on RTE Radio 1 Extra, and later won a silver award at the New York Festivals Radio Awards for Best Digital Drama.
He is also the author of the e-chapbook Iceberg Relief, published by Underground Voices in 2017. Daniel was the Hennessy New Irish Writing winner for April 2015 in The Irish Times, and his poetry and short fiction have appeared in over two dozen publications since 2012. His most recent collection of poetry, 'Rapids', is available from Finishing Line Press here.
Learn more about Daniel at danielwade.ie
Author photo by Graeme Coughlan
This wonderful cover art was produced by our Creator Creature, Gaia.
After some back and forth between The Gatekeeper and Daniel, we settled upon this composite image incorporating important scenes from and elements of the novel. Once again, Gaia did not let us down:
The Highwayman Joseph Mac Tíre waits to attack the approaching carriage
The gallows displays its latest victim - could this be Mogue Trench?
- In the foreground, the banner of a rebellious Ireland hangs among the British dead
In the trees to the left of the scene, the redcoats advance...
...while overlooking the scene, the enigmatic Tintern Abbey hides in the mist