The Red Gate by Richard Sutton

Review: For those interested in family background searches and discoveries, especially of the Irish variety, The Red Gate would certainly be quite an enjoyable piece of reading. Obviously the result of much extensive and sincere research, the author’s literary effort is both passionate and intelligent with a writing style that flows with the lilting accent of its characters. The repeated habit of missed punctuation throughout was unfortunate, but for me it didn’t take away too much from the story itself.

Although I am not Irish and have no relatives that I know of, I have visited the Emerald Isle before and have a number of friends there, and reading this book made me smile thinking of their voices, their tales and unique personalities. A very special quality with which the author was able to embue his work. “The Red Gate” is great example of how family history can be made interesting and accessible to the newer generations.

Description: An unexplained drowning…a muddy fall. A chain of unexpected events, a discovery and an ancient secret threaten the future. The story begins with a rainy funeral in Dublin in 1912. It tells how a very traditional, Western Irish sheep raising family learn of a secret holding them to their land and to an ancient promise. In the process of unexpected discovery they must put aside personal insecurities and failings and open up their lives to defend themselves. A devious plan hatched by a greedy academic attempts to reveal their secret to the world for his own gain. This they must prevent at all cost. Their good humored manner of removing obstacles, both figurative and solid, reminds the reader that not all sources of strength are apparent. Despite loss and fear, they learn that help can come from sources seen and unseen, as they discover their place in the greater world.

Available in a variety of formats including ebook and print, at Amazon and Smashwords.

ISBN: 0000720372
ISBN13: 2940000720370
First published: 18 October 2009
Source: Author

Author Bio:

 

From San Rafael, California on a windy January in 1952, I’ve taken quite a few steps. My father told me how to walk in the woods when I was about 6, how to pilot a boat when I was 8, bought me a Kay guitar when I was 9 then told me not to ever join the army when I was about 13.

University of Oregon 1969 — Everything else, until I met my wife on Manhattan’s Canal Street in 1973, is complicated filler. In short, I’ve worn lots of different hats and hung them all over the place. Now, I have the chance to concentrate on what I really love about being alive in this amazing Creation, and to read what I like, when I like; listen to and make the kind of music that gives me peace and to write.

I learned my craft post-college, spending 20-plus years in the trenches of advertising and publicity as a graphic designer, marker-pen-jockey, art director and copy writer. I served the needs of a wide range of clients from corporate multinationals to non-profits and small retail businesses.

Our family business, since 1985 has been trading and retail in the American Indian arts, primarily Southwestern cultures. Indigenous cultures world wide, have an amazing resilience and ability to endure despite the most repressive conditions imposed by more “advanced” occupiers.

This has been the norm since our species emerged to find the ice melting! I try to reveal characters in whom this interplay and struggle is evident, in my work. Celtic/Irish themes are a specialty and a life-long interest, probably having something to do with my Irish-Anglo bloodlines and my Irish wife!

Website:  http://www.sailletales.com/

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