Having skirted the chasm of Dark Lord/Cat!Harry fanfic, I wandered off after a cup of tea. Still considering the cheap and troubled waters of fandom, it occurred to me I hadn't had a leather-bound book in my hands in quite some time and was currently shoving furniture around in an room filled with Persian poetry, ancient warfare, and the autobiographies of men and woman of fame.
So I sat down with William Butler Yeats, whose 'Mythologies' was approximately the right size and weight. I will not lie, it was a feast after far too long with a bag of chips. Gorgeous writing, of course. His delving stays away from sense and yet skewers sensibility. Humanity examined. Scenery detailed, while the presented characters are often little more than wax figures with a ragged bit of witchery around their bony shoulders. Culture laid bare and all that. Seriously, was there any child in the history of Ireland that was not molested? 'Off with the fairies' indeed. Over and over, you read the symptoms of shock, sexual abuse and PTSD; that isn't the touch of the Little People, people.
This is a compilation of three previous books, and the second part, The Secret Rose, is far and away best. It presents as less chopped and piecemeal than the first section, Celtic Twilight, which was edited so savagely the original book would be a better choice, while yet giving a full accounting of what it is to be Irish; the third section, Stories of Red Hanrahan, depends upon a less-than-attractive character, and as such falls flat.
You can always find some interesting tidbits in the liner notes, in old books. He's a total bastard towards the Lady who put her time in editing, writing, copying out and duenna-ing him about the Irish skyline. Lady Who? Yes, precisely. She gets a note page with her name on it, and the occasional offhand 'oh, my friend mentioned to me' now and then. Just stripped her out -- was it him, or the publisher who made that decision? Bastard. Goes on to makes a very snide case for reading his edition of what it appears were well-covered folktales, bashing the more recent versions in print like a scorned lover.
Highly recommended!