E.V. Kelly.



Agent: Ivan Mulcahy

E.V. Kelly is a Sociologist who holds a PhD in area of Irish Humour and Identity. She’s the winner of numerous awards and scholarships, including ones from The Royal Irish Academy for excellence in writing and The Irish Research Council for the Humanities and Social Sciences. She is currently a researcher in the field of psychotherapy. 

E.V. is a prize winning writer of short stories (under the author name Ellen Kelly) and has been shortlisted for the RTÉ Francis MacManus Award, the Hennessy New Irish Writing Award, the Inaugural Sunday Business Post/Penguin Ireland Award and Words by Water Kinsale Literary Festival. Her stories have been broadcast on RTÉ Radio 1 and published in The Irish Times, Crannóg Literary Magazine, online and in an anthology.

Since 2014 she has been writing humorous and poignant pieces about parenting five boys on her blog.

Right now, E.V.Kelly is writing her debut novel, Quiet Now, an upmarket psychological thriller around family secrets and obsession.

The novel opens and it’s a crisp early morning in spring. A wife drops her husband to the beach for his medically prescribed swim. Parked above the beach and waiting for him today, something catches her eye. A young woman runs towards her husband, shedding her shirt and passionately embracing him until he holds his hand over her face and she falls down onto the stones, dead. In the rear of the car their seven-year-old boy sits quietly. The husband returns. He says nothing. Neither does she. Afraid to speak up in the immediate aftermath, the wife embarks on a solitary quest to unravel what has taken place.  

The previous autumn, a beautiful Italian postgraduate student finds herself subsumed by an inescapable desire. It’s visceral. It’s destiny. But sometimes destiny can kill.  

This enthralling, tightly held and psychologically acute story is told by the wife in the days surrounding the death and through the young woman in the months leading up to it. It ends with the book’s core mystery being revealed through the little boy. 

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