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- Herausgeber: New Island
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Part of the Open Door series of short books for emerging readers. Danny Murphy is going to meet his brother, Jimmy. They haven't seen each other in over twenty years. On the way to the meeting, Danny remembers the good times and the bad times, the fun and the fights - and the one big row that drove them apart. Will they fight again or will they become the friends they used to be? Danny doesn't know.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
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RODDY DOYLE
Not Just for Christmas
Roddy Doyle is the author of The Commitments (1987), The Snapper (1990), The Van, shortlisted for the Booker Prize in 1991, Paddy Clarke Ha Ha Ha, winner of the Booker Prize in 1993, and The Woman Who Walked into Doors (1996). His latest novel is A Star Called Henry (1999). He co-wrote the screenplay for The Commitments, and wrote the screenplays for The Snapper and The Van, and the television series Family. He has also written two plays, Brownbread (1987) and War (1989).
New IslandOpen Door
Not Just for ChristmasFirst published 1999 byNew Island BooksGlenshesk House10 Richview Office ParkClonskeaghDublin D14 V8C4Republic of Ireland
www.newisland.ie
Copyright © 1999 Roddy Doyle
The right of Roddy Doyle to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the provisions of the Copyright and Related Rights Act, 2000.
A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library
Print ISBN: 978-1-90260-215-8eBook ISBN: 978-1-84840-917-0
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out, or otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition, including this condition, being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
Typeset by New IslandCover design by Artmark
New Island Books is a member of Publishing Ireland.
Dear Reader,
On behalf of myself and the other contributing authors, I would like to welcome you to the first Open Door series. We hope that you enjoy the books and that reading becomes a lasting pleasure in your life.
Warmest wishes,
Patricia ScanlanSeries Editor
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter One
Danny Murphy was going to meet his brother.
He wrote in his notebook: “Meeting my brother at 8 o’clock.” He knew it looked silly. “My brother” instead of “Jimmy”, his brother’s name.
When he spoke to Jimmy on the phone, two days ago, Jimmy had called himself “Jim”. And their mother still called him James. Jimmy or Jim or James. Danny didn’t know what to call him.
He hadn’t seen or heard from Jimmy in twenty years. More. Twenty-one years.
But then, two days ago, the phone rang.
“Dad?”
His son, Little Dan, shouted from the hall downstairs.
“Yes?” said Danny.
He was upstairs, shaving.
“Jim wants you,” said Little Dan.
Danny wiped his face with a towel as he went down the stairs. He knew a few men called Jim. So he didn’t know who he’d be talking to when he picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Danny?”
“Yes?”
“It’s Jim.”
Danny waited for more. He didn’t know the voice.
“Jim, your brother.”
“Oh.”
That was all. “Oh.” Danny could think of nothing else to say. No other words came to him.
His brother spoke again.
“How are you?” he asked.
“Fine,” said Danny. “Yourself?”
“Grand.”
“Good,” said Danny.
“So. Do you want to meet?”
“OK,” said Danny.
“For a pint or something.”
“OK.”
And now, here he was. It was two days later and he was on his way to meet Jimmy. His long-lost brother.
The bus was coming up to his parents’ house. It was the house he had grown up in.
It was the house Danny and Jimmy Murphy had grown up in.
Chapter Two
They were never apart, the Murphy brothers. Jimmy was a year older than Danny, so they weren’t twins. But they were like twins. Everybody said it. Their parents, their sisters, the neighbours. They all said it. Even the O’Connor sisters down the road said it, and they were twins.
It wasn’t just because they were always together. There was more to it than that. They didn’t have to speak to each other. That was it. One brother always knew what the other one wanted or needed. Danny would pass the salt to Jimmy just before Jimmy put his hand out for it. Danny would pass the ball to Jimmy without having to look first.
Once, a teacher was just about to smack Jimmy for not having a red biro. Then there was a knock on the classroom door. And Danny walked in – with a red biro. Most of the boys in the class clapped but one or two started crying.
They were never apart. Through primary school and secondary school, they were always side by side. Games, gangs, football, girls, Guinness – they discovered them all together. They both got Lego from Santa. They both got their first kiss from the same girl. (Mind you, so did every other boy in the parish.) They got drunk together the first time. They shared the same hangover the next morning. They shared their money. They shared their clothes. They shared their lives.
They shared the same bed.
“Go to sleep!” their mother shouted.
The kitchen was under the bedroom. Her voice came through the floor-boards.
This happened when Jimmy was ten and Danny was nine.
