Those of you who are familar with Father Ted will find similarly-styled surreal elements of that superb comedy series in this first novel by one its co-writers.
It's ostensibly the 'autobiography' of an Irish Catholic activist & poet, Eoin O'Ceallaigh, born in the early years of the 20th century, but seeming to possess a mindset stuck somewhere in the 18th. He had a sexless marriage (his wife died a virgin) and finds the modern world distasteful and revolting, bemoaning the changes in the Ireland of his childhood.
And he's an unashamed bigot: Protestants, feminists, blacks, gays, women's rights, the British, rock music, you name 'em, he HATES 'em. He also hates modern writers, playwrights and poets (including W.B. Yeats)and so (naturally enough) he gets a position working in the censorship department of the Irish government
It all happens to him: the fight for Irish Independence, the Civil War that followed, the Pope's visit to Ireland. Even an alien abduction...
Now, if this doesn't sound funny, I can assure you it is absolutely hilarious. It works primarily because ultimatly, Eoin is a parody of certain personalty types (I was brought up in a fundamentalist PROTESTANT household and met many people like him) rather than the Catholicism itself.
I do however, get the feeling that Arthur Mathews, as a modern Irish writer may be venting certain personal issues & angers here. If so, he lacks the bitterness that would have made this novel a lot less funny, and settles instead for a faint echo of sadness that helps rather than hinders the humour.
So, If you must read only one top-notch, well-written, very funny book this year, make it this one.
Ah, go on...