Reading Journal 2024: Ireland: A Novel

Reading Journal 2024: Ireland: A Novel
Author: Frank Delaney

Delaney’s imaginative exploration of the identity and history of Ireland hinges on this one, single conviction- you cannot come to know Ireland simply through a distant and cold articulation of historical facts, you can only truly know Ireland by hearing and experiencing its stories. The stories of its people, the stories of its places. If the blurring of lines between facts and imagination might leave a modern reader uncomfortable, it is perhaps the modern reader that has become resistant and incapable of grappling with truth. This is, after all, the nature of myth and myth telling, not to anchor us in untruths, but to open us up to something that is more true, about ourselves, our world, about the greater realities that shape our world… about Ireland.

History can never be understood as facts, it can only be rightly be understood as story.

Delaney frames his novel about Irelands storied history around an interconnected relationship between a young boy and a traveling storyteller. As this young boy listens to the storyteller, he learns about Ireland. And as he learns about Ireland, he learns about himself. And as he finds himself in the story of Ireland, he comes  to learn about the world.

The book is structured around different stand alone stories that form its chapters, with the story of the storyteller and this young boy forming a connective piece between the chapters (stories). As the novel progresses, the boy grows into a man, and with this Ireland grows into a people and a country. Disconnected stories come alive in a singular narrative arc.

As someone with Irish blood, and as someone who has yet to have the privilege of visiting this land, I have long understood the Irish connection to this land. The story is one rooted in the cycles of exodus and return, but just as this connection persevered the imagination and the art of storytelling in the midst of one of the worlds darkest periods, so does it preserve this same imagination today. One of the most remarkable things about Ireland is its undying sense of preservation and its unique spirit in the face of change. I often wonder if this spirit is ingrained, even in those with Irish heritage who have never set foot on the land, in some connective fashion. When I encounter its story, something in me feels heard and understood. As though my love of story, my fascination with the spirit, my longing for myth to recapture my imagination and liberate it from the trappings of modernity, has a root and a reason. Where this need to fiercely hold on to wonder understands its nature as having a context.

This is the stuff Delaney helps to bring to the page. I have to imagine that this book is meant to be heard rather than read. A way of recovering that deeply held connection between Ireland’s literary history and its surviving oral culture. Perhaps when I revisit it I will take this approach.