Showing posts with label Irish writers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Irish writers. Show all posts

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Predictably, an Irish Themed Posting on St. Patrick’s Day

My maiden name is Donahue, which I am pretty sure is Gaelic for “drunk,” so I’d like to celebrate my Irish heritage by recommending a few of my favorite Irish books and authors.
Oh how I love love loved Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt.  It has three characteristics which almost always cause me to rave:  1. True Story 2. Made Me Cry and 3. Inspirational.  I read the sequel ‘Tis, which was also good, but not as wonderful as the first, which took place in Ireland before the family emigrated.  I have not read his third book Teacher Man because I think McCourt was simply milking it at this point.  Plus, I already know some teachers, so I think I am good on that front.
In college, I went through a major Maeve Binchy phase, who is best known for Circle of Friends.  (I actually haven’t read that one since I have seen the movie.  As a rule, I don’t like to read books when I already know what is going to happen.  Great movie, though.)  I always enjoy her books, and the simple but sweet way they are written.  But it must be asked – what were her parents were thinking when they named her?  “Maeve Binchy” does not sound like a person’s name.  It is just a weird non-sensical sound.  Don’t hold it against her though.  Do yourself a favor and read Nights of Rain and Stars or one of her other sweet novels.  A perfect beach read for ladies.
Round Ireland with a Fridge was written by British comedian Tony Hawks and is the funniest book I have ever read.  I’m usually dubious of books that promise you will “laugh out loud” but this one certainly delivers.  It was given to me as a gift by at-least-one-time-blog-reader Jed, and I have lent it out and gifted it to others many times since.  Another perfect beach read for ladies and gentlemen.
Other big time Irish authors include: James Joyce, Oscar Wilde, George Bernard Shaw and Bram Stoker.  I bet those guys would just get hammered on St. Patrick’s Day.  Or as they might have said it, “Donahued.”