“A play for voices.”

The most beautiful thing about Irish and Welsh writing is that it always feels like the prose is spoken first then recorded.

Set in a small Welsh fishing village over a single day. It follows dozens of drifting interior monologues stitched into a choral dream. The blind Captain Cat remembering lost loves. Shopkeepers, preachers, lovers, gossips — each caught mid-thought.

Thomas writes in lush, musical waves, and read aloud, it becomes what it was meant to be: breath and sound and weather. It’s sentimental in places, sure, but it’s also funny, sly, occasionally bawdy. 

If you love lyric prose, radio drama, or that slightly intoxicated mid-century cadence, this is essential.