Our Lady of Sligo is a play by Irish novelist and playwright, Sebastian Barry. As Mai O’Hara lies dying of liver cancer in a Dublin Hospital, she is attended to by the nursing Sister, and visited by her husband Jack, her daughter Joanie, and, in her recollections, her Dada and her friend Maria Sheridan. Mai is fifty-three, and was once a handsome middle-class Galway woman. Through Mai’s conversations and reminiscences the audience learns of the ruin of a promising young life, a career in commerce or teaching that never was, because, against her father’s better judgement, she and handsome young Sligoman Jack O’Hara of the dancehalls became spellbound by each other. Mai’s memories touch on the warm recollections of her father’s loving care, the tragic loss of her sister to childhood illness, her status as the belle of Galway University, marriage to Jack, his absences during the war, his drinking and gambling, the loss of her home and then the loss of her baby son, the love and support of her good friend Maria, through to the extreme of sexual assault and her own alcoholism. Admissions by Jack and accusations by Joanie reveal yet more about the ruin of their lives. Barry manages to convey much emotion in this short play: tenderness, love, optimism, anger, despair, hate and sadness. His imagery is vivid and effective, and his lyrical prose in describing the fonder moments is a foil for some of Mai’s more brutal memories. I wanted to read this play to know more of the families portrayed in Barry’s other excellent novels, The Secret Scripture and The Whereabouts of Eneas McNulty. Excellent drama.