Well, I fair gallivanted through this book and that’s saying something, 'cos I usually dally over my non-fiction choices. I loved the gentle, self-effacing humour and the witty observations on provincial and county rivalries.
With the current renaissance in our love for the Irish language, it’s just grand to find how many of our everyday words are derived from Irish like the Waterford word for a snail, "shellakybooky," from seilide. It got me thinking about the cúpla focal initiative; I might even try substituting the far more descriptive Irish words for jellyfish (smugairle róin - literally "seal snot"!), sea anemone (cíoch farraige), and ladybird (bóín Dé) into my day-to-day speech!
Of course, as a wee Ulster lass, it fair minded me that there are a quare few gems missing from the section on my own particular county. But sure, what notion would I have to footer about with my own insertions? Overall, Colm - now be sure to pronounce his name the correct Hiberno-English way, "Coll-um," by inserting a vowel between those alphabet neighbours ‘l’ and ‘m’ - has done a grand job. He even explained the terminology for that: epenthesis. (I had to go back and look that up, as my head was so full of rich vocabulary there was hardly any room left for boring linguistic terms!)
What resonated with me most was Colm’s effort to preserve the authentic voices of his parents and the people who shaped him. Language is a living, evolving thing, and while it's always changing, there’s something deeply moving about capturing those local rhythms before they fade.
It’s an easy, enjoyable read that you can dip in and out of, but you’ll definitely want to finish it, pass it on, and hopefully, have it returned to grace your bookshelf for a re-read!
Oh aye, and what were some of my favourite words Colm picked out? Here are three wee gems I’ve hoked out that are sure to whet your whistle for a proper read: plámás, hallion, and smithereens.
4.5 stars
#readaroundireland
I’m assigning this book to County Cork (home of the author’s own Dripsey!) for my challenge. While Colm did a grand job, he might need to take a wee dander in the Mournes for the next edition so I can teach him about being thran in the clabber!