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Thursday, June 16, 2022

Nora: A Love Story of Nora and James Joyce by Nuala O’Connor - 2021 - A Novel - The One Dublin One Book Winner for 2022


 

Nora: A Love Story of Nora and James Joyce by Nuala O’Connor - 2021 - A Novel - The One Dublin One Book Winner for 2022


Narrated by Nora Barnacle Joyce, set from 1904 to 1951, this is historical fiction at its finest.


James Joyce


Born Rathgar, Ireland - February 2, 1882


The Dubliners - 1914


Portrait of The Artist as a Young Man - 1916


Ulysses - 1920


Finnegan’s Wake - 1939


Married to Nora Barnacle Joyce - 1931 to 1941


Died - January 13,1941 - Zurich, Switzerland 


Nora Barnacle Joyce - 1884 to 1951




Nora Barnacle, from Galway, at age 20 while working as a maid Finn’s Hotel in Dublin, fell in love with James Joyce at first sight.  They developed a deeply passionate affair.  Never did she dream of the relationship she would have with an incredible literary genius, taking her to Austria, Italy, and Paris.  They started out with him teaching at a Berlitz School in Ternitz, Austria barely being able to pay rent and lucky to have food.  When Joyce got paid, far too  often he spent the money on drinking with friends.  In this marvelous novel their early years are brought vividly to life. Joyce ends up moving to Rome to keep teaching.


Nora knows Joyce is a unique person even though she cannot read his work.  I could not help but smile when I learned she never made it past page 11 in Ulysses.  


One of the numerous factors that made Nora so exciting was looking forward to the results of publications of Joyce’s great works.  O’Connor shows us the difficulties Joyce had with prospective publishers, through the eyes of Nora. 


With the publication of Ulysses, with Joyce and Nora and their two children, Georgie and Lucia, living in Paris, their financial fortunes totally change.  Joyce receives  a very large grant plus royalties.  Of course if he gets 100,O00 pounds he spends it all.  We meet Slvia Beach, Ezra Pound, Peggy Guggenheim and other wealthy  socialites. Nora, a maid from Galeay, is mixing in high Society.  Finally after years they get married.  Everybody, including Joyce, is convinced of his genius.


One of the worst aspects of the life of Nora and Joyce was the terrible mental problems of his daughter.  Joyce’s vision 

problems became increasingly serious.


I have read several biographies of James Joyce.  I felt Nora gave a very strong feel for what living with James Joyce was like.  


I highly endorse this book to everyone interested in James Joyce.  There is much more in Nora: A Love Story of Nora and James Joyce by Nuala O’Connor than I have mentioned.


Nuala O’Connor was born in Dublin, Ireland, in 1970, and lives between Counties Galway and Leitrim.

Her fifth novel NORA (Harper Perennial/New Island, 2021), about Nora Barnacle, wife and muse to James Joyce, was recently published to critical acclaim in the USA, Ireland, the UK, and Germany, and is forthcoming in other languages.

NORA was named as a Top 10 2021 historical novel by the New York Times and was the One Dublin One Book choice for 2022. Nuala curated the Love, Says Bloom exhibition at MoLI, on the Joyce family, for #Ulysses100.

She is editor at flash fiction e-zine Splonk.”  From https://nualaoconnor.com/


Included is a list of books on Joyce and Nora, an interview and a note for book clubs.



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Monday, March 11, 2013

A Q. and A. with Nuala Ní Chonchúir


Irish Short Story Month Year Three
March 1 to March 31
A Reading Life Special Event



Today I am very happy to be able to post the answers by
Nuala Ní Chonchúir to some questions I sent her. Nuala is one of my favorite contemporary short story writers.   When I ask Irish short story writers who among contemporary writers they most admire, her name almost always comes up.  I would not have read and posted on four of her books if I did not greatly admire and respect her work.

Yesterday I posted on her very exciting collection of short stories, To the World of Men, Welcome.  You can read my post here.

Born in Dublin in 1970, Nuala Ní Chonchúir is a full-time fiction writer and poet, living in Galway county. She has published four collections of short fiction, three poetry collections - one in an anthology, and one novel. Nuala holds a BA in Irish from Trinity College Dublin and a Masters in Translation Studies (Irish/English) from Dublin City University. She has worked as an arts administrator in theater and in a writers' center  as a translator, as a bookseller and also in a university library. Nuala teaches creative writing on a part-time basis.

I have previously posted on her amazing short story collection, Mother America, and a  collection of her poetry I really enjoyed, The Juno Charm



 I have also read and posted on her third collection of short stories, Nude.  I found the stories in Nude to be beautifully written lessons in the nature of the gaze, the meaning of nudity and the lingering power  of  colonialism partially reinstated in an account of the relationships of men to women and artists to the women who pose nude for them.   It is about the difference between being naked and have it mean nothing and being nude and having it mean everything.    I think it is also, in the tradition of Edward Said, about the orientalizing of Irish women by the English and in a greater sense of women by men.




1. Who are some of the contemporary short story writers you admire? If you had to say, who do you regard as the three best ever short story writers?

Today they are the following, on a different day I might name others:
Contemporary: Ron Rash, Anthony Doerr, Caitlin Horrocks, Sarah Hall, Mary Morrissy.
Best ever: Flannery O’Connor, James Joyce, Frank O’Connor.

2.  I have read lots of Indian and American short stories in addition to Irish, and alcohol plays a much bigger part in the Irish stories. How should an outsider take this and what does it say about Irish culture?

Alcohol is a huge part of Irish culture and not in a good way. People are only cottoning on to the fact now that gallons of alcohol on a night out might not actually be a great idea (for both kinds of health). Des Bishop, a comedian, is doing an interesting exploration of the Irish misuse of alcohol on TV just now, called ‘Under the Influence’. Brian O’Connell, a journalist, is also trying to educate young people about its de-merits. It’s about time. The Irish use it a crutch and have normalised alcohol abuse to such an extent that you are seen as weird and joyless if you don’t drink, or don’t drink to excess.

3. Declan Kiberd has said the dominant theme of modern Irish literature is that of the weak or missing father?  Do you think he is right and how does this, if it does, reveal itself in your work? It seems present in several of your stories.

I think there are more dominant themes than that in Irish literature – land/property, loneliness, shame etc. – but it’s an interesting angle. If you’re specifically talking about my collection To the World of Men, Welcome, well the book concerns itself with men and how they deal with women. Mostly lovers. There is one absent father who may or may not have murdered his daughter (‘Toys’). The father is more of a shadow figure in my novel YOU because the parents are separated and the kids live with their mother. So he is missing but not weak, as in Kiberd’s theory.



4.  When did you start writing?

When I was a child, I wrote poems and stories. I came second in a national poetry competition at the age of 10 and that spurred me on. I didn’t try to get published until my late 20s, though.

5.  How do you view Aosdána?  Is it a great aid to the arts in Ireland or does it perpetuate closed elitism?

I think it’s a good thing, it shows respect for artists. It is extremely difficult to make a living as an artist and the stipend is a Godsend to many. Having said that, the group elects their peers so there is always the danger that if you don’t know the right people, you haven’t a hope of getting in. And therefore that the same type of people will always make up the membership.

6.  I sometimes wonder why such a disproportionate amount of literature of the world, that is regarded as great, is written in the colder temperate zones rather than in the tropics. How big a factor do you think the Irish weather is in shaping the literary output of its writers? I cannot imagine The Brothers Karamazov being written on a tropical island, for example.

It rains a lot here, particularly in Galway, where I live. We have nothing to do but stay indoors and write!! I’m sure the Australians would disagree with you: fine weather, fine writing (Malouf, Winton, Frame et al). Ditto the Africans: Coetzee, Achebe, Gordimer. I’m not convinced that bad weather causes great writing but people certainly mention it a lot in Ireland, daily and in fiction. A benign obsession, perhaps.

7. A character in an Ali Smith short story, asks in a conversation on the merits of short stories versus novels "Is the short story a goddess and nymph and is the novel an old whore?"    Does this make a bit of sense to you?

No, it makes little sense but, then, Ali Smith delights in being obscure, as is her right. But the analogy is just about youth vs age, I guess – short vs long. Stories and novels are only linked by the fact that they are both fiction. Neither writing them nor reading them is a similar process. You get a different hit from each form. Sometimes the short, sharp, shock of the story is what you require; other times you crave the long haul of the novel.

8.   Who do you regard as the first modern Irish short story writer?

James Joyce, in the sense that he broke the mould. The stories in Dubliners age as the book ages (the characters go from young to old). He introduced the epiphanic moment. He was employing simplicity before Hemingway made it his own. He wrote a collection and thought about how to order it.

9.  Why have the Irish produced such a disproportionate to their population number of great writers?

I have no idea. Maybe because we love to talk and that translated itself into a need for private expression (on paper) for those who were not so gregarious or social. Maybe we are good at talking about our work and that got us noticed. Brendan Behan once said, among hundreds of equally interesting remarks, ‘I am a drinker with a writing problem.’ Or words to that affect. How could anyone ignore someone who came up with that and who also wrote so well?

10.   Ok this may seem like a silly question but I pose it anyway-do you believe in Fairies?-this quote from Declan Kiberd sort of explains why I am asking this:
"One 1916 veteran recalled, in old age, his youthful conviction that the rebellion would “put an end to the rule of the fairies in Ireland”. In this it was notably unsuccessful: during the 1920s, a young student named Samuel Beckett reported seeing a fairy-man in the New Square of Trinity College Dublin; and two decades later a Galway woman, when asked by an American anthropologist whether she really believed in the “little people”, replied with terse sophistication: “I do not, sir – but they’re there."

I love what that woman said. There was a fairy ring near our house – we didn’t dare go into it. When the local hospital was being expanded, they flattened the ring and cut down the blackthorn tree. The man who cut down the tree died of a heart attack a few days later. It was understood that the fairies went after him.
Do I believe? Yes and no.

11.  Do you think the very large amount of remains from neolithic periods (the highest in the world) in Ireland has shaped in the literature and psyche of the country?

I don’t know. I think we have very poor understanding still of our ancestors and their power and knowledge. And I would wager that most Irish people don’t care. There is a lot of worship at the altar of other countries in Ireland: young people ape their British and American counterparts. There isn’t a huge amount of pride in our ancient culture among the general population. Writers, artists and scholars love and respect it all but not ordinary people so much. We have watered down our culture and vernacular to insipid levels.



12.  How important are the famines to the modern Irish psyche?

The legacy of the famine lingers on – big events like that always leave a psychic scar. We are obsessed with owning property, for example. And many Irish people have a huge begrudging bee in their bonnets about emigration, despite the fact that many people choose to emigrate, and are not forced as they once were.

13.  Does the character of the "stage Irishman" live on still in the heavy drinking, violent, on the dole characters one finds in many contemporary Irish novels?

I think of the “stage Irishman” as an American invention: a gormless gombeen with cute hoor tendencies. There are still plenty of violent, unemployed drinkers in Ireland so, if they are in novels, they reflect a reality. Roddy Doyle writes them excellently.

14.  William Butler Yeats said in "The Literary Movement"-- "The popular poetry of England celebrates her victories, but the popular poetry of Ireland remembers only defeats and defeated persons.” I see a similarity of this to the heroes of the Philippines.  American heroes were all victors, they won wars and achieved independence. The national heroes of the Philippines were almost all ultimately failures, most executed by the Spanish or American rulers. How do you think the fact Yeats is alluding to, assuming you agree, has shaped Irish literature?

Irish people are maudlin and sentimental, often. The past, and all that was lost with it, is always a better place. We have resisted modernity a lot.
There is another quote: "The great Gaels of Ireland are the men that God made mad. For all their wars are merry, and all their songs are sad." - G.K. Chesterton
Irish people love to be negative and sad and upset. We can be a nation of whingers. The daily moan takes place on Joe Duffy’s Radio Show  It is unbelievable.



15.  Do you think poets have a social role to play in contemporary Ireland or are they pure artists writing for themselves and a few peers?

In an ideal world the poet would have a role as seer, prophet, commentator. We have plenty of fine poets who commentate regularly: Durcan, Lordan et al. Some of us listen, many do not.



16.    Do you think Irish Travellers should be granted the status of a distinct ethnic group and be given special rights to make up for past mistreatment? Are the Travellers to the Irish what the Irish were once to the English?  I became interested in this question partially through reading the short stories of Desmond Hogan.

They should be granted whatever they want. They are a distinct group with their own traditions and cultures and they should be supported in every way to live as they please.
Some people hate Travellers, irrationally. Tarring all of them with the same brush. It is racism. There are bad eggs in every community but many people feel all Travellers are bad because a few make trouble. It’s not a fair stance.

17.   Where is the best place in Galway to get a real Irish breakfast?https://mail.google.com/mail/e/330  Fish and Chips and Irish Stew?

I don’t eat meat so have no interest in Irish Breakfasts but there are great places all over: try McCambridge’s on Shop Street for a start.
Fish ‘n’ Chips: McDonagh’s of Quay Street.
Irish stew: Probably The King’s Head on High Street   

18.  The literary productivity of Galway is incredible. What is there about Galway's social climate that produces this?

It’s a university town, a small city, on the edge of the sea. It’s pretty enough to look at, with its medieval layout and traversing river and canal. It was a draw for hippies and artistic types since the 60s and many stayed and added to the cultural life, particularly in theatre (Druid, Macnas, the now defunct Punchbag). It has a huge annual literary festival in April: Cúirt. So there is a lot going on and that lures people. I moved here 17 years ago and am still here somehow. Galway does that to people.

19.  Do you prefer e-reading or traditional books?

Traditional books at home. My Kindle when I am travelling.

20.   If you were to be given the option of living anywhere besides Ireland, where would you live?

New York. I feel at home there and I love its diversity, people, food, book shops, theatre etc.

21.  If you could time travel for 30 days (and be rich and safe) where would you go and why?

Oh, time travel, what fun. I might go back to the 16th century in Mayo and see if I could be friends with Granuaile, the Irish so-called pirate queen. I imagine she was some woman to be around.

22.  John Synge - is he the second most important 20th century Irish writer?

Who am I to say? Who is allegedly the most important – Joyce?

23.  The Aran Islands - must see authentic experience or just for the tourists?

It’s a bit of both. There is a commercial side to it that is tourist oriented but less so on the smaller islands. People still live and work and speak Irish there. It is a beautiful place.

24.   Best Literary Festival you have so far attended?

The Cork Short Story Festival – for its fabulous line-ups, its warmth, its inclusiveness, for the way it looks after writers. Brilliant. I go every September and it is like a homecoming each time.

25.   Flash Fiction - how driven is the popularity of this form by social media like Twitter and its word limits?

Flash has been around a lot longer than Twitter. Chekhov wrote short-short stories. Twitter has just added an extra dimension but most flash is longer than 140 characters and is better for that.

26.  How important in shaping the literature of Ireland is its proximity to the sea?

Island people have a different mindset. We are on our own despite communication technologies, air travel etc. As for how it shapes literature? Islanders look inward, maybe, and are a little eccentric. A bit peculiar and lonely. It’s the old inferior/superior thing. Maybe that’s why half the population are writing – because we are islanders!

27.  Best place to hear traditional music in Galway? Best book store, best literary tourist experience, best "real people's" restaurant?

Trad music: Tí Neachtain, Shop Street.
Books: Kennys in Liosbán and Charlie Byrne’s on Middle Street. You MUST go to both.
Literary Tourist Experience: Drive out to Connemara to see what exactly entranced Synge, Martin McDonagh, Ted Hughes, Ó Flatharta, Macken et al
Real People’s Restaurant: Ard Bia at Nimmo's Pier

You can learn more about the author and her work at her very well done website. 


My thanks to Nuala for taking the time to respond to my questions.

I hope someone does an event devoted to the Irish Short Story twenty years from now  and I am sure she will be one of the automatically included writers.


Sunday, March 10, 2013

To The World of Men, Welcome by Nuala Ní Chonchúir

To The World of Men, Welcome by Nuala Ní Chonchúir   (2011, 160 pages, a collection of short stories)


Irish Short Story Month
March 1 to March 31



Nuala Ní Chonchúir 



Nuala Ní Chonchúir is one of my favorite contemporary short story writers.  I have previously posted on two of her collections of short stories, Nude and Mother America.   Additionally I have had the privledge of interviewing her in conjuction with a post on her award winning collection of poetry, The Juno Charm.


To The World of Men, Welcome is a powerful collection of short stories dealing with the pains and pleasures of love, in many forms.  Obviously I like and greatly admire the work of the author, given that this will be the forth book by her on which I have posted.


As I have said before, in posting on collections of short stories I like to first talk about a representative number of stories and then go back and generalize about the collection and say who I think might like it.  In this case I will say who just want the bottom line that I endorse this book for anyone who relishes a good short story and is interested in love, sexual and otherwise.  




"The Last Man" 


"The last man she tumbled with was special:  the whole of his body was made up of a tattoo of our Lady of Guadalupe".


"The Last Man" starts us off with a very intriguing story about adultery  from the point of view of the woman.   The married woman is in bed with a man with a tattoo of a saint, The Lady of Guadalupe.  She loves pictures of saints, they have always made her feel safe.   She enjoys looks at all of the tattoos of religious icons on the body of the man.  Ever since Francine got married she has felt invisible.  Her husband's work takes him away for long periods and they have no children but he does not want her to work.  She is so bored she starts going out to clubs at night when he is not home.  Drink and loneliness lead her to a series of very short affairs, one night stands mostly.  Her husband finds her out and a terrible rue occurs.  I do not want to spoil any of the conclusions to this story, but I will say the phrase "The Last Man" has a wonderfully ironic meaning in this story.  "The Last Man" for sure makes you want to read the rest of the collection.




"The Trip"


"Edward was a raw open wound of a man, hurt oozed out of every part of him."


Edward and Patrick had been friends for a long time even though Patrick's wife really did not like him, nor did any other women according to Edward.   Edward has just broken up with yet another woman because like all the others, she was a horrible bitch that treated him like dirt.  All of his conversations are full of anger at women.  Patrick tells him he just needs to get away for the weekend and proposes they go on a boys only trip over the protests of his wife.  They go to a small rural hotel and check in with the lady receptionist.  Edward, of course, does not like her.  Latter they go back to the office and ask her where the nearest pub is and they end up there.  They see some women but things don't work out.  Of course.  The end to the story is simply amazing with his power to devastate three, at least lives in just a moment.   I never saw it  coming. 



"Foal"

"Foal" is a very sensitively realized story about the relationship of a farmer to his very old mare and her new born sure to die before the next day foal.   Farmers, rangers and such have in many cases a forced paradox in their relationship to their animals.  They love them but they must be hard and practical and they also sell them to be eaten.  "Foal" does a brilliant job of bringing these forces to the surface for us.


"Isa and Clovis"

"Isa and Clovis" is set in rural Ireland.  Isa is a fifteen year old girl.  Her mother has recently died and her father has withdrawn into himself.   She has taken over managing the family poultry business, feeding the chickens, collecting the eggs and selling them.   You can tell doing this means a lot to her and gives her a source of pride.   One day her father is found dead, face down in a pond.  Isa is now the sole owner and proprietor of the land.    There is a neighboring boy, not much older than she, that has been asking about her.  It was interesting to see how a match was made between them.  There are beautiful images from the Irish country side in this story and the ending is really well done.    You have to admire and believe in the strength of Isa.

"I, Caroline"

"I, Caroline" is told in the first person by a woman who never gets taller than one foot seven inches.  When she was just a young girl her parents sold her for twenty pounds to a man who planned to exhibit her in a traveling show.  In one very sad scene a man who is making new clothes for her undresses her and appears to fondle her.   The story is told by her but it after he death.  We see the kind of terribly lonely life she had being basically part of a show of human oddities.  When she dies while barely out of her teens her owner sells her body to a museum for much more than he paid for her.  They dissect her and then boil her body to get just the skeleton and exhibit her for all to see next to the skeleton of a man over seven foot tall.  This is a brilliant very moving story.  

"To The World of Men, Welcome"

The title story of the collection centers on an Irish woman working on a bar in Switzerland.   She is always being asked out by the patrons and their are lots of tourists.   She has a kind of boyfriend, a Turkish man but she has told him she does not want to get serious with anyone.  She also meets a Swiss soldier.  She ends up in bed with him also.  Of course this leads to lots of drama.  The ending of this story, like that of the others, is really moving and I wondered how it left the woman feeling.

"The Ouse's Call"

The Ouse is a river in the North Yorkshire region of England.  It took a lot, I think, of daring on the author's part, to write this story centering on the last days of Virginia Woolf.  It took me until I saw her husband was named "Leonard" to realize who the story was about.  We see Woolf's fears that she has lost her ability to write, lost her creativity and no longer had a feeling of connection to the life forces that once propelled her onward.  It was very moving to me when she began to speak of the death of her father.  Nuala Ní Chonchúir does not try to explain why Woolf choose to drown herself she just lets us enter at least the margins of her mind.



There are nine-teen stories in the collection.  I enjoyed everyone of them.   The author does a wonderful job letting us see the pains and the pleasures of different kind of loves.  Many of the stories deal with the loss of a love or the hope that a new lasting one has begun.   They are beautifully written and are a worthy contribution to the glorious tradition of the Irish short story.


Author Data

Born in Dublin in 1970, Nuala Ní Chonchúir is a full-time fiction writer and poet, living in Galway county. She has published four collections of short fiction, three poetry collections - one in an anthology, and one novel. Nuala holds a BA in Irish from Trinity College Dublin and a Masters in Translation Studies (Irish/English) from Dublin City University. She has worked as an arts administrator in theatre and in a writers' centre; as a translator, as a bookseller and also in a university library. Nuala teaches creative writing on a part-time basis.

You can learn more about the author and her work at her very well done website. 



Saturday, September 29, 2012

"Room 313" by Nuala Ní Chonchúir

"Room 313" by Nuala Ní Chonchúir (2012, 4 pages)

"I knew you were too good-looking to be Irish"

I am always glad to see a new short story by Nuala Ní Chonchúir, one of my favorite contemporary  writers. I have previously posted on her most recent collection of short stories which I really liked, Mother America and a collection of her wonderful poetry, The  Juno Charm, which includes an interview with her. I have a copy of another of her collections of short stories Welcome to the World of Men and other Stories and I plan to post about it during the 2013 Irish short story event on The Reading Life, set to begin March 1, 2013, hopefully.

"Room 313" appears in Five Dials, a new to me online literary journal.   There are also stories by Kevin Barry and Lydia Davis in the same issue.  (I will provide a link at the bottom of my post, which will be brief as I mostly want my readers to know they can read this beautiful story for free).

The story is about a woman from the Ukraine working as a hotel maid in Ireland.    It is told in a very creative fashion as if the narrator is talking to the maid.   We follow her as she enters one of the rooms she has to clean up.   We learn of the kind of guests she likes to clean up after, business travelers as they are very neat and families with children as they often leave behind toys and other things she can give to her own children.   Lovers are the  worse as they make a terrible mess of the bed, leaving nasty stains all over the room.   She misses her daughter back home, she never hears from her much anymore.

The head house keeper and some of the other maids will not clean up 313 as they think it is bad luck.   You do not mind as you got a hundred pound tip from a guest in the room so you see it as your lucky room.

The maid has a very interesting encounter with a guest in the room.   I did not see it coming.

"Room 313" is a very interesting perfectly done story.   We meet and get to know a hotel maid, your voiceless person, something sort of big happens in her life and we see how she reacts to it.   We also get to know one of the guests, though only a little.

The Five Dials webpage is here.   I took a quick look at several issues of Five Dials and there appear to be some very interesting stories by well known authors in the back issues.


Author Biography


Born in Dublin in 1970, Nuala Ní Chonchúir is a full-time fiction writer and poet, living in Galway county. She has published four collections of short fiction, three poetry collections - one in an anthology, and one novel. Nuala holds a BA in Irish from Trinity College Dublin and a Masters in Translation Studies (Irish/English) from Dublin City University. She has worked as an arts administrator in theatre and in a writers' centre; as a translator, as a bookseller and also in a university library. Nuala teaches creative writing on a part-time basis.




Born in Dublin in 1970, Nuala Ní Chonchúir is a full-time fiction writer and poet, living in Galway county. She has published four collections of short fiction, three poetry collections - one in an anthology, and one novel. Nuala holds a BA in Irish from Trinity College Dublin and a Masters in Translation Studies (Irish/English) from Dublin City University. She has worked as an arts administrator in theatre and in a writers' centre; as a translator, as a bookseller and also in a university library. Nuala teaches creative writing on a part-time basis.

You can learn more about her works and purchase her book on her very well done webpage.

Mel u




Monday, May 14, 2012

Mother America by Nuala Ní Chonchúir

Mother America   by Nuala Ní Chonchúir (May 2012)


The Irish Quarter
A Tribute to the Irish Short Story
March 11 to July 1





Please consider joining us for this event.     Everything you need to participate is in the resources page, including links to 1000s of short stories, from brand new ones to stories now in the public domain.   Guests posts are also welcome.   




Mother America  by Nuala Ní Chonchúir is a collection of seventeen short stories.   It has been listed for the Frank O'Connor International Prize for Short Stories for this year.   I have previously posted on another of her collection of short stories, Nude, which everyone who has posted on it, including me for sure, loved as well as her very powerful collection of poetry Juno.    I am very honored to have been given by the author, as far as I know, the first opportunity to post on this collection.   My approach to posting on short story collections by one author is to select representative stories and talk about them one at a time.   If I were pondering buying or investing my time in a short story collection this is what I would prefer to read and I think it shows more respect for the artist than just generalizing about the collection.   This is just my personal opinion and, of course, I deviate from it sometimes in practice.   



"The Egg Pyramid"-   Readers of Nude will not be surprised that art and artists figure in some of the stories in Made in America.  "The Egg Pyramid" is told in the first person by the great Mexican artist Frieda Kahlo.   It shows her reaction to finding out her husband  the mural artist Diego Rivera and her sister had slept together.  




"You can sit in your studio and imagine them together.  Him moving over her.  Her on top of him.  You can hear dark skin slap against honey skin;  you can hear moans.  But he is your toad and she is your mouse-your Diego and your Christina-so you drown those thoughts because they bring more tears than a blood letting".
Frieda knows there is nothing she can do but accept what has happened and will happen again.   Her passion is  true strong.  In just a few pages Chonchúir  has perfectly depicted a hopeless love and a fight in which Frieda's reason loses to passion just as it always does for her.  The only escape she has is her painting.  It  always has worked for her in the past.   This is a wonderful story that goes deeply into the heart of a deep passion.


"Mother America"-  This is a very different kind of story and helps to illustrate the breadth of the talents of the author.  It is told in the first person by a man hitch hiking just outside of Cork City.   He has just been picked up by a woman with a bumper sticker on her car that says "Powered by Jesus".  She tells him she is from Mississippi.  He asks her if is crazy and tells her she she really should not give rides to strange men.   She tells him "Our Heavenly Father has already made my day..and He sent me to make yours".  The story takes a strange turn when the hiker begins to tell him about her mother.  The very interesting,  maybe paranormal ending made me think about the reasons thinks happen.  Just when the hiker begins to some how go under the spell of the driver, she orders him out of the car.  The ending is the stuff urban legends are made from.  


"Cri de Coeur" is about the relationship of Ted Hughes, Sylvia Plath and is told by a woman with whom Ted Hughes had a relationship.  A woman who imagines she has the wildness that Ted Hughes needs in a woman,   opens in the bedroom of the young daughter of Ted Hughes, I think.  She wonders if she can smell whiskey on her.  I wonder when children first learn to do this and know something is wrong when they do.   The woman says Sylvia lost the wildness that Ted Hughes needs and that she can give him.  It took a lot of daring to write a story like this and the author pulls if off perfectly.  It is as if we are seeing Sylvia and Ted through several distorting mirrors and from this seeing deeper into them than a mere gaze would provide.   


"My Name is William Clongallen" is a flat out wonderful story, I love it.   I do not want to tell to much of the plot of the brilliant story.   It is told by a Guillermo Dante, a man, now with grandchildren.   The first line for sure got my attention.  "My name is Guillermo Dante and the woman I called mama did not give birth to me".   When his father dies his mother tells him that he is the child of a very young Irish woman he met on the ship who died before reaching America.   He grows up, he marries a good woman who keeps telling him to
go to Ireland to find his roots.   Once he becomes a grandfather he goes, leaving his afraid to fly wife behind.   The description of Ireland upon first arrival is great and makes us feel we are there .What happens next is just a great story and I hope my readers can have the pleasure of reading it for themselves.   This and the next story are companion pieces.   There is a great movie in these two stories.   


"Scullion"  seems to be set in the not too distant past in Ireland.    The central character is a 14 year old kitchen girl working in a family with several servants.   She tells us her own story.    It is a shocking one of terrible abuse, made all the sadder in that she seems hardly aware of the depth of the crimes perpetrated against her.   As the story opens she is helping the lady of the house take a bath and she says she wishes she could tell her that her husband gets more pleasure from the time he spends with her, stolen time, than in long nights with her. We learn of the night time visits of the master of the house to her bed, and shockingly we learn all this before we learn she is fourteen.  Both she and the mistress of the house become pregnant and give birth on the same day. The child of the lady dies.    I will tell a bit of the plot, maybe to much.   The man comes and takes her baby and installs it as his own child, the child of his wife.    There is some hope in the ending of the story, but not much.   "Scullion" is a companion to "My Name is William Clongallen".  


"Letters" is the story of a woman, getting on in years who moved from the old country, which I am taking to be Ireland, to New York City.   Mattie was her favorite among her sons, her best boy before he made the family move away from their home.  She thinks back to times she has nostalgia for, before the emigrated.   She remembers sending Mattie into the potato pit to fetch something for dinner.  She recalls a strange episode where a frog got into the potato pit.  Her life has changed so much.


"Now there is no back yard, no fireplace, no potato pit.   There are seven stories below me and three above.  I never imagined people lived in any way but our own, until Mattie brought me here and left me here, to go as far away again as to the other coast, to a place full of Mexicans".
There is much in this story, some very startling developments happen.   We can almost feel the woman's near hatred for New York City, she lives among the poor in the projects, along with her fascination for how different it is from her home place.   She cannot quite bring herself to hate Mattie but she shows her feelings in another way.   


"Peach" starts out this way. "There was a pregnant woman getting drunk in the back lounge;  I could see her through the hatch, from where I sat at the bar.  She was drinking and crying, sitting on the red velveteen couch alone".  If you are thinking there is a woman with some serious pain coming her way you are right and the narrator of this story is for sure not above praying on, albeit in a solicitous fashion such an unfortunate lady.   Chonchúir does a great job of bringing every one in this story to life and lets us see the effects of deep loneliness.


"Spelunker"  opens by telling us about how a dog named robot let a group of boys to  discoverer the cave paintings at Lascaux.   Chonchuir does a very good job in just a few lines of letting us see how the boys must have felt when they saw these paintings and from this we jump to an really interesting story line about a number of painters working in a never to be opened, not sure why, subway station in Paris, painting the walls for some future explorer to perhaps find long after the glories of Paris are forgotten.   There there is also a very good and erotic romantic subplot in the story.    There is a lot of think about in this great story, from the nature of art to the connection between art and eroticism.




The last two stories I will post on both have a death as a central event.   They are dark stories about people in pain.   They are all wonderful works of art.   I will post on each on briefly.  There is a great sadness hanging over these stories.   Maybe they are about hanging onto love no matter what, I am not sure.  


"When the Hearse Goes By" is set in Paris, a place Nuala Ní Chonchúir goes to often in her stories.   A man has traveled from London to sympathize with the widow of his brother.   The brothers were never close as adults and you can see the man struggling to find a way to talk to the widow and his desire to understand more about his brother.   This story is too powerful for me to tell much of the plot action.   




"Tattoo Queen" is very sad story that makes us work to figure out how things have come to the place they have in the lives of the three central characters.    The dominant figure in the story is a female tattoo artist who is also a living work of art.   A kind of minor character is her lover.    As the story reaches the point of drama, her grown son, who she has not seen in over two years shows up and tells her some men he met while in prison are looking for him and mean to do him harm.   She asks if she is supposed to hide him.   He tells her no I want you to tattoo me in such away that I will not be recognized.  She says she normally does not tattoo those she loves but she does.   We learn from the mother that he was in prison as a result of a rape he committed.  I do not want to spoil anymore of of this story but the ending is really powerful and it is hard to decide if it is justice or not.


There are seven more excellent stories in Made in America.  


Mother America is a very powerful marvelously written collection of short stories that I more than just enjoyed.   The stories are very moving and go deeply into their characters.   There are also, as I expected there would be, stimulating ideas about the nature of art, sex, and power in these stories.


I not long ago read a number of short stories by George Moore, who I now regard as among the truly great short story writers of the world, and I saw much  the same power and great understanding of people found in  the stories in Mother America.




Here is the official biography of Nuala Ní Chonchúir

BIO: Born in Dublin in 1970, Nuala Ní Chonchúir lives in Galway county. Her début novel You(New Island, 2010) was called ‘a heart-warmer’ by The Irish Times and ‘a gem’ by The Irish Examiner. Her third short story collection Nude (Salt, 2009)) was shortlisted for the UK’s Edge Hill Prize. Her second short story collection To The World of Men, Welcome has just been re-issued by Arlen House in an expanded paperback edition. The Juno Charm, her third full poetry collection, was launched in November.


You can follow Nuala Ní Chonchúir's very interesting blog,  Irish Rule Writer.

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