Showing posts with label Ireland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ireland. Show all posts

Sunday, September 30, 2007

More Irish books

Between my latest library school class and writing reviews for the paper (latest one here), my efforts on poor spoonreader have been sporadic at best.
I have been reading though, making my way through some of the books I bought in Ireland.
  • Irish Tales of Mystery and Magic: a spooky-funny book about the ancients warrior clans of Ireland, with whimsical illustrations.
  • The Playboy of the Western World: a seminal play by John Synge that caused riots when it premiered in 1907 because of its comic treatment of patricide and its mention of women in their shifts (i.e. slips).
  • Hellfire: a contemporary novel about the drug trade among working-class Irish, with a female narrator, gypsy fortune-tellers and maybe ghosts. I just started this one so I'm still getting oriented.
I'm also thinking about overhauling spoonreader, maybe changing the focus or shutting it down and starting a new blog? I've been writing this blog for three years, which is kind of hard to believe. I'd like to post more often if I'm going to keep doing it. Maybe I need to just do that. Your thoughts?

Sunday, September 09, 2007

Trip to Ireland


Glendalough
Originally uploaded by spoonreader
My 10-day trip to Ireland last month was spectacular, a real book lovers' treat. I'm working on some writing about that and will let you know when I'm done. Meanwhile, email me for my Flickr link if you'd like to see all the photos.
One favorite stop was the Martello Tower at Sandycove, where James Joyce lived for a brief time and the setting for the opening scene of Ulysses. ("Stately, plump Buck Mulligan ...")
Another was Glendalough, the ruins of an ancient monastic settlement founded by St. Kevin, circa 500 A.D. (This one really had me thinking of How the Irish Saved Civiliation.) Here's my favorite photo of the trip from Glendalough.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

How the Irish Saved Civilization, and Writing as Act of Service

How the Irish Saved Civilization is a charming valentine written by Thomas Cahill, a tribute to Ireland's history as a book-loving culture. It starts during the Roman Empire, with its heritage of Greek intellectual life and the birth of Christianity. It moves forward to Christianity's spread across Europe and the arrival of the barbarians during the Dark Ages.

There's are splendid diversions concerning St. Augustine, who Cahill claims is the first author to create a psychological self-portrait, and the Irish epic poem Tain Bo Cuailnge, The Cattle Raid of Cooley. Then we come to St. Patrick, the brave nature lover, and eventually the monastic movement with its book-loving monks.

The heart of the book is that the Irish monasteries saved civilization by copying and preserving the great intellectual manuscripts of ancient Greece and Rome while Europe was plunged into the Dark Ages. Apparently the scribes would add their own little comments into the margins:

One scribe will complain of the backbreaking work of book-copying, another of a sloppy fellow scribe: "It is easy to spot Gabrial's work here" is written in a beautiful hand at the margin of an undistinguished page. A third will grind his teeth about the difficulty of the tortured ancient Greek that he is copying: "There's an end to that -- and seven curses with it!"
I particularly liked the chapter on the Tain, as the ancient Irish epic is called, which features a warrior-queen, Medb, who tries to capture the Brown Bull of Cuailnge so that her husband's fortune won't outrank her own.

Medb is fiery and spirited, and offers Daire mac Fiachna all sorts of treasure for the Brown Bull, "and my own friendly thighs on top of that." Another of the poem's heroes is Cuchulainn, a warrior who marries Emer. On meeting her, he declares, "I see a sweet country. I could rest my weapon there."

(If you've read Angela's Ashes, Cuchulainn is the Irish hero that young Frankie idolizes after his father tells him the story by the fire.)

I might add the Tain to my Irish reading list. The public libraries don't have it, but a few of the university libraries in my area have copies.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Dark but funny childhood memoirs

I wasn't going to read Angela's Ashes for the Irish reading project, because we're not going to Limerick, where much of it is set. But I decided to get the audio book read by the author Frank McCourt from the library, to liven up my commute. It's a pretty humorous memoir of a truly disturbing childhood. Maybe someone should write a doctoral thesis comparing it with similar memoirs The Glass Castle and Running with Scissors.

So here's my favorite part so far. A school master is chastising his students for making fun of the narrator Frank, who has to wear shoddily patched shoes to school, because he's so poor:
He says, There are boys here who have to mend their shoes whatever way they can. There are boys in this class with no shoes at all. It's not their fault and it's no shame. Our Lord had no shoes. Our Lord died shoeless. Do you see Him hanging on the cross sporting shoes? Do you, boys?
No, sir.
What don't you see him doing?
Hanging on the cross sporting shoes, sir.
Then the teacher threatens to wallop them all with a switch.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

My Ireland Reading List, Part 1

We're going to Ireland for our fifth anniversary of marriage, yippee!
So here is the start of my Ireland reading list. (I'll spare you my Ireland Netflix list.)