The book moves between two timelines. In the present day, Oisín has returned to Ireland from Brazil along with his wife Nina and young daughter Ailish. The author deftly explores the conflict between Oisín’s sense of responsibility for the care of his mother and the disruption caused to the family by their move from Brazil, Nina’s native country. His struggles to find a job that will enable them to obtain a mortgage and move into a permanent home only add to his sense of guilt and frustration. His experiences are narrated in the second person which I found had the effect of giving immediacy to Oisín’s struggles, forcing me to place myself in his situation.
Brigid’s story starts in the 1970s, in rural Ireland. Whilst still a teenager, she discovers she is pregnant. Learning of her condition, her parents react with a mixture of anger and disappointment, well aware of the social stigma this will bring to Brigid and their family. Brigid and James, the father of her child, are pressurised into a hasty wedding by their respective families.
Brigid and James begin to realise their lives will have to take a very different trajectory, the responsibilities of parenthood putting paid to their personal ambitions. They also struggle to extricate themselves from the influence of James’s controlling family. But the birth of her son Oisín, albeit after a very difficult birth, brings Brigid unexpected joy.
With Brigid’s condition worsening, Oisín’s visits to his mother in her care home are often challenging. Sometimes she can recall events from her early life in detail, sharing things Oisín never knew, or remember vividly moments of their life when he was growing up. At other times, she seems in a world of her own, confused by her surroundings. There are heartbreaking moments that will be familiar to anyone who has cared for someone with Alzheimer’s such as when Brigid mistakes Oisín for her dead husband, James, or becomes distressed because of a misunderstanding.
As the title suggests, language and communication are key themes of the book. Along with Brigid’s declining memory is her increasing use of Gaelic, a language she spoke with her father but one Oisín does not understand, although he makes touching efforts to do so as the book progresses. The author includes the reader in this challenge by, from time to time, incorporating phrases in Gaelic without translation, placing us in the same position as Oisín in searching for clues as to their meaning.
Alongside the challenges of communication, I liked how the book explored the vibrancy of language. For example, Brigid’s mother, Kathleen, possesses an extensive vocabulary and interest in the etymology of words. Her speech is peppered with words such as ‘subjugated’, ‘euphemism’, ‘quandary’. And Oisín recalls time spent with his father learning the collective names for birds. However Oisín also knows the ability of words to wound.
The Language of Remembering is a moving and perceptive story about the role language plays in our interactions with others, and how it can be both a barrier and a pathway to understanding.