by Josie Reaney I heard about the passing of Edna O’Brien a day after the news broke. I couldn’t believe how understated it all seemed. In my mind, her passing should have graced the headlines as a celebratory tribute to a life of literary legacy, a flash of hope amongst the daily screening of horrors on the ten-o clock news. Edna was an icon in literature and feminism. She was a figure of non-conformity and a symbol of bravery. Her novels spoke to many women in a way that they had never been spoken to before, expressing the vulnerability, sexuality, and outrage of the female experience with no qualms or glossing. In her words, “I’m very, very ruthless.” Josephine Edna O’Brien was born in Tuamgraney, County Clare in 1930. She dedicated her life to her writing, releasing over twenty novels. Her childhood was quintessentially Irish, making a permanent and poignant mark on her creative psyche. Her girlhood in Ireland was bound to the Catholic Church, awash with scenes of pebble dash