New Irish Fiction

Poems in The Mother House range from the broad, surprising narrative swerve of ‘She Was at the Haymaking’ and the mysterious wound in ‘A Journey’ to the exact detail of ‘the vessels tugging at their tether’ and the lighthouse keeper ‘watching the great revolving spokes / hitting the piled castles of spray’. Stories of historical figures (including the author’s relations) are filtered through tellings. Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin’s meticulous, probing art is like no other. As she writes in ‘Resemblances’, ‘Like everything that I deal with now the room / has a double, a frill of light surrounding it.’

Poems in The Mother House range from the broad, surprising narrative swerve of ‘She Was at the Haymaking’ and the mysterious wound in ‘A Journey’ to the exact detail of ‘the vessels tugging at their tether’ and the lighthouse keeper ‘watching the great revolving spokes / hitting the piled castles of spray’. Stories of historical figures (including the author’s relations) are filtered through tellings. Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin’s meticulous, probing art is like no other. As she writes in ‘Resemblances’, ‘Like everything that I deal with now the room / has a double, a frill of light surrounding it.’

Is uaigneach an saol a bhíonn ag Cecily Ní Bhaoill. Alcólach a bhí inti fadó agus, mar thoradh air sin, ní bhíonn teagmháil ar bith aici lena hiníon fhásta ná lena beirt gharpháistí. Anois, tá a gariníon ag déanamh réidh lena Céad Chomaoineach a dhéanamh agus, thar aon ní eile, ba bhreá le Cecily bheith i láthair. An féidir léi teagmháil a dhéanamh leis an teaghlach sula mbeidh sé ródhéanach? Scéal é seo a léiríonn an choimhlint idir an phróifíl shnasta ar Facebook agus an fhírinne lom. Bíonn na carachtair uile ag streachailt lena gcuid fadhbanna féin – idir andúileachas, aonrú sóisialta agus foréigean baile – agus baineann an t-údar leas as guthanna difriúla chun dearcadh thrí ghlúin den teaghlach seo a chur in iúl. Insítear an scéal i nGaeilge shimplí agus tá míniú ar fhocail agus ar nathanna cainte ag bun gach leathanaigh agus sa ghluais ag deireadh an leabhair.

An chéad chnuasach gearrscéalta le Majella Ní Dhomhnaill, údar Mise do Mhamó.