"I was aware the figures were inaccurate. I certified them regardless."
Three men are dead. A bridge lies in the Avon gorge. And somewhere between the desk of a meticulous Bristol clerk and the notebook of a Welsh bridge-builder who warned everyone who would listen, the truth is buried under six weeks of managed testimony, careful omissions, and the slow, grinding machinery of institutional self-preservation.
It is 1847, and the inquest into the Avon Gorge railway bridge collapse has convened in Manchester. Thomas Pryce is a company clerk of four years' standing - precise, reliable, and utterly convenient, which is the only kind of man his father taught him how to be. He certified the load specifications he knew were wrong. He took the reassignment. He arrived at Mrs. Alcott's boarding house on Copperas Street with his best coat and his managed silence and every intention of surviving the proceedings intact.
Idris Bowen is the lead builder the company has offered up as the failure's weight-bearing point. He files his concerns in writing. He measures the drift in his notebook. He raises the alarm, through every proper channel, and watches the machinery redirect it. He arrives at the boarding house carrying a site notebook that has been pressed against his ribs since November, waiting - with the specific, patient stillness of an engineer who understands that timing is the only thing - to see what kind of man Thomas Pryce actually is.
They share a wall. They share a supper table. They share the particular, exhausting proximity of two people circling the same truth from opposite sides of it, one trying to hold a structure together and the other trying to decide whether it deserves to stand.
Ironbound is a slow-burn historical novel set in the industrial north of England, where a queer romance builds against the backdrop of working-class solidarity, institutional failure, and the cost of becoming inconvenient. It is a story about what men are asked to carry, what they are asked to certify as true, and the unbearable precision of watching someone endure the thing you helped make possible - until the moment you decide you cannot watch any longer.
What does it cost to stop being the kind of man the institution needs you to be? And is the version of yourself you have been protecting worth the man it is being protected against?
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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. "I was aware the figures were inaccurate. I certified them regardless."Three men are dead. A bridge lies in the Avon gorge. And somewhere between the desk of a meticulous Bristol clerk and the notebook of a Welsh bridge-builder who warned everyone who would listen, the truth is buried under six weeks of managed testimony, careful omissions, and the slow, grinding machinery of institutional self-preservation.It is 1847, and the inquest into the Avon Gorge railway bridge collapse has convened in Manchester. Thomas Pryce is a company clerk of four years' standing - precise, reliable, and utterly convenient, which is the only kind of man his father taught him how to be. He certified the load specifications he knew were wrong. He took the reassignment. He arrived at Mrs. Alcott's boarding house on Copperas Street with his best coat and his managed silence and every intention of surviving the proceedings intact.Idris Bowen is the lead builder the company has offered up as the failure's weight-bearing point. He files his concerns in writing. He measures the drift in his notebook. He raises the alarm, through every proper channel, and watches the machinery redirect it. He arrives at the boarding house carrying a site notebook that has been pressed against his ribs since November, waiting - with the specific, patient stillness of an engineer who understands that timing is the only thing - to see what kind of man Thomas Pryce actually is.They share a wall. They share a supper table. They share the particular, exhausting proximity of two people circling the same truth from opposite sides of it, one trying to hold a structure together and the other trying to decide whether it deserves to stand.Ironbound is a slow-burn historical novel set in the industrial north of England, where a queer romance builds against the backdrop of working-class solidarity, institutional failure, and the cost of becoming inconvenient. It is a story about what men are asked to carry, what they are asked to certify as true, and the unbearable precision of watching someone endure the thing you helped make possible - until the moment you decide you cannot watch any longer.What does it cost to stop being the kind of man the institution needs you to be? And is the version of yourself you have been protecting worth the man it is being protected against? This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. Codice articolo 9798235057159
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Paperback. Condizione: new. Paperback. "I was aware the figures were inaccurate. I certified them regardless."Three men are dead. A bridge lies in the Avon gorge. And somewhere between the desk of a meticulous Bristol clerk and the notebook of a Welsh bridge-builder who warned everyone who would listen, the truth is buried under six weeks of managed testimony, careful omissions, and the slow, grinding machinery of institutional self-preservation.It is 1847, and the inquest into the Avon Gorge railway bridge collapse has convened in Manchester. Thomas Pryce is a company clerk of four years' standing - precise, reliable, and utterly convenient, which is the only kind of man his father taught him how to be. He certified the load specifications he knew were wrong. He took the reassignment. He arrived at Mrs. Alcott's boarding house on Copperas Street with his best coat and his managed silence and every intention of surviving the proceedings intact.Idris Bowen is the lead builder the company has offered up as the failure's weight-bearing point. He files his concerns in writing. He measures the drift in his notebook. He raises the alarm, through every proper channel, and watches the machinery redirect it. He arrives at the boarding house carrying a site notebook that has been pressed against his ribs since November, waiting - with the specific, patient stillness of an engineer who understands that timing is the only thing - to see what kind of man Thomas Pryce actually is.They share a wall. They share a supper table. They share the particular, exhausting proximity of two people circling the same truth from opposite sides of it, one trying to hold a structure together and the other trying to decide whether it deserves to stand.Ironbound is a slow-burn historical novel set in the industrial north of England, where a queer romance builds against the backdrop of working-class solidarity, institutional failure, and the cost of becoming inconvenient. It is a story about what men are asked to carry, what they are asked to certify as true, and the unbearable precision of watching someone endure the thing you helped make possible - until the moment you decide you cannot watch any longer.What does it cost to stop being the kind of man the institution needs you to be? And is the version of yourself you have been protecting worth the man it is being protected against? This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. Codice articolo 9798235057159
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