I finished the 110 page novella Small Things Like These by Claire Keegan and it's brilliant, with not a word out of place. It's set in 1985 in the mind of one small town Irishman who, almost accidentally, lifts an accusatory finger against the abusive Magdalen laundries run by the Catholic Church (in reality they continued until 1996 - short rant under a cut in the next post). Keegan's only use of the word "legitimately", in the last sentence, is perfect.
Obligatory folk song note: The Croppy Boy sung within the story is the version (recorded by the Clancy Brothers) in which the young man is betrayed by his cousin and denied by his father: "My own first cousin did me betray / And for one bare guinea swore my life away" and "My aged father did me deny / And the name he gave me was the Croppy Boy." (A very different version of the song was used by James Joyce in Ulysses where Leopold Bloom attempts to avoid it.)
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