5 of 5 people found the following review helpful
The book is a parody, not unkind but extremely funny, of the genre of Gaeltacht autobiographies telling of the miseries and hardships of peasant life in the West of Ireland during the late 19th century.
A very clever and hilarious read that does have a touch of sadness to it despite it's satirism. I won't say much more about it but just give an excerpt:
'In my youth we always had a bad smell in our house. Sometimes it was so bad that I asked my mother to send me to school, even though I could not walk correctly. Passers-by neither stopped nor even walked when in the vicinity of our house but raced past the door and never ceased until they were half a mile from the bad… Read more
0 of 2 people found the following review helpful
This is a book of metafiction; it is a story within a story, within story, within another story. The original author writes a story about a character, who writes a story about other characters, whom, being unhappy at the constraints their creator has envisioned for them, decide to plot against him while their creator sleeps. This eventually results in them devising a narrative themselves in an effort to undermine their creator and thus gain the freedom to do as they please.
It is a many layered book, with descriptions of post-colonial Dublin and parodies of Early Irish Literature and Mythology.
Far more surreal and post-modern than Joyce. It has elements of Joycian influence but… Read more