My Fourth Time, We Drowned

WINNER OF THE ORWELL PRIZEWINNER OF IRISH BOOK OF THE YEARSHORTLISTED FOR THE BAILLIE GIFFORD PRIZE‘The most important work of contemporary reporting I have ever read’ SALLY ROONEY

Reviews

‘Journalism of the most urgent kind’
Financial Times
‘[A] devastating, moving and damning account of one of the tragedies of our age … Hayden never flinches in documenting human nature at its worst – its best is shown here, too’
Irish Independent
‘The most important work of contemporary reporting I have ever read … I hope that Sally Hayden's work can help to begin a radically new and overdue discussion about Europe's approach to migration and borders’
Sally Rooney
‘What a devastating book about the catastrophic inhumanity of European migration policy. It’s a journalistic masterpiece. Shattering stories. It absolutely demands to be read … Essential’
Max Porter, author of Grief is the Thing with Feathers
‘Extremely good’
Mark O’Connell, author of Notes from an Apocalypse
‘Compassionate, brave, enraging, beautifully written and incredibly well researched. Hayden exposes the truth’
Oliver Bullough, author of Moneyland
‘One of the most important testaments of this awful time in life's history. It is both heartbreaking and stoic. I cry reading any page of it. Sally Hayden is a young and brilliant journalist’
Edna O'Brien, author of The Little Red Chairs
‘Quite simply, an unexpected tour de force … deserves critical acclaim and a wide readership … I found this book unputtdownable’
Jon Lee Anderson, staff writer at The New Yorker
‘This vivid chronicle … may make you cry, but it should make you angry … A blistering rebuke’
Lindsey Hilsum, International Editor of Channel 4 News
‘A veritable masterclass in journalism … The most riveting, detailed and damning account ever written on the deadliest of migration routes’
Christina Lamb, Chief Foreign Correspondent of the Sunday Times
‘Heart-stopping … A vital book for anyone who wants to feel what it means to be human in the 21st century’
Fintan O’Toole, author of We Don’t Know Ourselves