Here it is, happiness. Williamz N.

1957. In the village of Fach in the Claire Classh, where nothing has changed for a thousand years, changes are coming. Firstly, the rain stopped. No one remembers when it began: the eternal rain on the west coast of Ireland is the norm. But the local priest Father Kofffie announces the arrival of electricity, and the clouds seem to be dispersed. Seventeen-year-old Noel Crowe spends summer in Faha with his grandparents, and here, together with the messengers of the future-electricians-a mysterious Christie appears and brings with him the enormous universe of the past and secrets, who will open up, and at the same time a lot of living Irish music. Nill Williames owns the technique of holographic writing, when the whole space fits into the grain of sand and is expressed by the same grain of sand. In each phrase of the novel-the macrocosm of the Irish village, which is the Universe, where electric wires are about to stretch. “Here it is, happiness” is a funny, observant, sometimes ridiculous and invariably touching Ommage of serenity, which you can try to create again. This is a novel about growing up - both individuals, and the time itself as such. And, of course, this is a novel about the power and power of human stories.