An author's second novel seldom lives up to the first. Mr. Delaney, though, has served up another gem. In the author's note to his first novel, Ireland, Mr. Delaney points out “Beneath all the histories of Ireland...there has always been another, less obvious, reporter speaking – the oral tradition, Ireland's vernacular narrative, telling the country's tale to her people in stories handed down since God was a boy”.
Wikipedia lists ten castles in County Tipperary, but Tipperary Castle is either a figment of a fine imagination, an amalgam of other castles, or a combination of the two. Charles O'Brien is born on land adjacent to Tipperary Castle. The story, or history, is O'Brien's. A personal history of a Castle, and the woman, that captivate him.
Charles' story begins “Be careful about me. Be careful about my country and my people and how we tell our story. We Irish prefer embroideries to plain cloth...We love the 'story' part of the word 'history,' and we love it trimmed out with color and drama, ribbons and bows. Listen to our tunes, observe a Celtic scroll: we always decorate our essence.” A description of what love of the land means, roughly a quarter of the way into the book, is memorable - and a description of Irish cuisine a third of the way in is laugh out loud funny
"All seemed gray or black - excellent colors in themselves, but not in meat or potatoes. I thought I was looking at beef until Lady G said 'Why must we always have mutton?'
To which her daughter replied, 'Mamma, this is pork'.
Mr. Delaney puts the O'Brien family in the upper middle class, and after his education Charles becomes an itinerant healer; there were not enough doctors to cover rural Ireland. Charles travels the country, mingling at all levels of society, from poor tenant farmers to the Anglo-Irish in the country for hundreds of years, to recent more English immigrants.
In Charles' travels he is called to Paris to care for Oscar Wilde, who is on his death bed. Wilde is cared for my many others, including April Burke. With only a few days to live, Wilde tells a tale of another April Burke, an actress in a troupe and former shady lady, that owned Tipperary Castle. During the time in Paris, Charles, stricken by April, tries desperately to get her attention and does, but not in the way he hopes – she threatens to have the police throw him in jail as a stalker if he doesn't quit following her around.
O'Brien resolves that the way to get noticed is to make the ancestral connection to the Actress April Burke. So begins a quixotic quest. Along the way are strewn other well known Irish names – William Butler Yeats, George Bernard Shaw and Michael Connor to name a few. Throw in a castle restoration of monumental proportion, accomplished during the Irish Civil War (that breaks an imperial yoke), with a genealogical mystery mixed in and you end up with is a finely embroidered and thoroughly enjoyable tale.