Absolutely hilarious. The British judge, Major Yeates the RM (for Royal Magistrate), arrives in rain, soon offered a horse by his savvy landlord who's already overcharging: "…a stout grey animal. I recognised with despair that I was about to be compelled to buy a horse. Jolting to my entrance gate and back, I decided as he had neither fallen down nor kicked me off, it was worth paying £25 for him, if only to get in out of the rain"(8).
The house is vast, with unexplored inner reaches--unexplored until various fugitives lodge there. Mr Flurry recalls his great-uncle dying in it, but after he had seen the devil coming up the avenue. "Good Lord! Look at the two horns on him' says he, and he out with his his gun and shot him, and, begad, it was his own donkey!"(11)
Wonderful Anglo-Irish idiom, like Mrs Cadogan's "he's all night raising tallywhack and tandem to get at the chimbleys"(24).
Much hunting of foxes, sometimes in his own barn: "'Gone to Ground!' Tremendous horn blowings followed, then, all in the same moment, I saw the hounds breaking in full cry from the wood,…were they running a fresh fox into the stables?…A long flight of stone steps lead to the lofts, and up these…the hounds were struggling, helter-skelter"(30).
Without fear of contradiction, the best fox hunt in all of literature, despite attempts to dampen it by feeding Flurry Knox's hounds at 6AM "so as to spoil their hunting"(57). It is an Irish fox hunt with everyone participating, bicycles, carts, several horses of varied abilities and instincts regarding walls, ditches and fences. During it, the Major is advised, "it's well for you that's a big-jumped horse. I thought you were a dead man a while ago you faced him at the bohereen"(169). Of Philippa, Mrs Yeates, Lady Knox observes, "I thought you told me your wife was no sportswoman…but when I saw her a minute ago she had abandoned her bicycle and was running across country like…' I beheld my wife in mid-air, hand in hand with a couple of stalwart country boys, with whom she was leaping in unison from a top of the bank on to the road"(170).
I do not know the current state of Irish reaction to this book, whether it is seen as baldly critical: humor always has that possibility of serious misapprehension. (Many readers of Confederacy of Dunces resent the book, though it is a modern classic.) But take it from me, with an Irish surname at least, Hilarious.