From Irish author Billy O’Callaghan comes this exquisite, deeply touching literary novel—reminiscent of the works of William Trevor and Colm Tóibín—that evokes the long love affair between a man and a woman, each married to another, who meet every month in a shabby hotel in Coney Island, Brooklyn. “My Coney Island Baby is that rare thing, a tender straight-ahead love story which convinces thoroughly while steering clear of the fashionably dysfunctional and transgressive relationships that dominate so much contemporary fiction. . . . Good books remind us of other good books, and in its treatment of adultery this one calls to mind thematic ancestors such as Madame Bovary, Anna Karenina, and The Scarlett Letter.”—Times (London)