Heartscald by Alphie McCourt – Book Review And Giveaway

Today I am delighted to introduce a wonderful, new book of poetry and prose by Alphie McCourt, the youngest of the famous literary McCourt brothers.  Copies of Heartscald: A Collection of Verses, Songs and Chronicles will be won by some lucky readers.  So please read on, and check out how to enter at the end of this review.

 

Alphie McCourt

 

One of the McCourt brothers, Alphie hails from a family with serious literary chops. The youngest boy, he grew up in Limerick, Ireland. Just like his famous eldest brother Frank, Alphie immigrated to the United States.  Since his arrival in 1959 he has lived in Canada, California and New York, and now calls Manhattan home.  Although he primarily worked in the bar and restaurant business, inevitably his inherited love of the written word came to the fore.

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Alphie McCourt

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The McCourt family’s literary talents first gained notoriety through Alphie’s brothers’ books.  The late Frank McCourt penned the best selling memoirs Angela’s Ashes, ‘Tis, and Teacher Man. Malachy’s writing drew serious praise for his books A Monk Swimming and  Singing My Him Song.

With writing in his genes, it is no wonder Alphie put pen to paper to write his memoir A Long Stone’s Throw.  His vivid, emotionally-wrought, word-smithing adds his voice to the McCourt chorus of talented writers.

Today I am pleased to share with you his most recent publication.

 

Heartscald: A Collection Of Verses, Songs & Chronicles

 

Alphie McCourt’s new book is not a typical memoir, but a vivid collection of memories, poetry, and songs.  What I found most touching is the talented way the author weaves these tales, vignettes and remembrances into a lyrical, entertaining tapestry.

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I connected with this book on many levels. Although I arrived in America nearly thirty years later than Alphie McCourt, my heart related to this emotional Irish-American compilation.

I know Alphie McCourt’s New York. I too observed hurried lunchers and subway riders, and longed to pen lyrical verses of praise and satire. McCourt’s observant eye and carefully chosen words take us on a journey to the very heart of this vibrant city. His rhythmic verses leave no doubt, we are walking the Big Apple’s sidewalks as Irish immigrants.

His poetry explains his binding familial ties between Ireland and America, his message strengthened by the interwoven language of Limerick and New York.

In this book McCourt gives voice to the dichotomies of our Irish American existences.  Romantic yet real, nostalgic yet gritty, celebratory yet sad, this volume is a must read for those seeking to understand the Irish American spirit.

New York is a place where on joyful, end-of-summer weekends “a soto voce saxahone plays a Rasta Danny Boy”. 

McCourt tells how New York party talk disheartened him.  He confesses:

 

“I was ignorant and intimidated and my timing was poor.”

 

I remember feeling the exact same emotions at a social gathering in the city many years ago. I despaired my naive, Irish, small talk could never ignite a deep-seated feeling of connection with savvy, self-important New Yorkers. It took me years to learn American conversational nuances to really have a chat.

Other notable entries include Croppies Come Home, a poignant exposition of the dilemma Irish immigrants faced at the birth of the Celtic Tiger. 

 

“The call has come over come over

Young croppies come home once again.”

 

McCourt’s haunting chorus echoes the hollow call of Ireland’s recent, now-defunct, economic boom.  It touched a chord with me. I pondered every thought expressed during those so-called good times in my homeland.

Alphie remembers his brother Frank in eloquent, emotionally moving prose. I smiled when he told the story of how, as a child, he crashed Frank’s bike.

“But Frank didn’t chide me, or shout or threaten.

No, he forebore and, to a child reared on fire and brimstone,

more especially on the Irish Catholic version,

such forebearance, in the face of destruction and stupidity,

was nothing short of love.”

 

Some entries are short, some long, but this elegant, concise book has something for all.  If you are a voracious reader, this little book of poetry and prose can be devoured in a few short hours. But trust me, it is not a book screaming to be read in one sitting. It’s perfect for those moments when a quick literary indulgence is needed to sustain a poetry lover’s soul.

 

Pillar International Publishing

 

Heartscald is published by Pillar International Publishing, an independent Irish publisher with a mission to help great writers reach their readers.

On their website they describe the books they wish to publish in quirky terms:

 

“Cutting edge.

Odd.

Off-kilter.

On the Kildare side.

Funny.

Emotional.

Niche.

Indie.

Quality.”

 

What a welcome reprieve from the typical formula-driven, cookie-cutter books so often chosen by publishers in today’s profit-driven, literary business.

I wish them every success as they strive to achieve these goals and give voice to new talented authors, who might otherwise never see their names in print.

Thank you, Pillar International Publishing, for taking on this challenge, and striving to transform the literary world, one author and one book at a time.

 

The Giveaway

 

Pillar International Publishing has generously provided two paperback copies and three electronic copies  of Heartscald: A Collection of Verses, Songs and Chronicles for five of Irish American Mom’s readers to win.

To enter our giveaway just leave a comment on this blog post by noon on Saturday, June 22nd, 2013 at noon.  You can leave any comment you wish. What you write does not affect your chances of winning.

If you need some inspiration, why not tell us if you have read any of the McCourt brothers’ books, or let us know about Irish or Irish American literature you particularly enjoy.

If you do not have an electronic reader, and only wish to be included in the drawing for the paperbacks, just let me know in your comment.

A winning comment will be chosen randomly.  Remember to leave your e-mail so that I can contact you should you win.  E-mails won’t be published or shared, just used to contact our prizewinners.

I’ll announce the winners on Saturday June 22nd, in a separate blog post.  I’ll send an e-mail to each lucky entrant so we can connect for address exchange and mailing of the paperbacks.

Best of luck to all our entrants and a big thank you to Alphie McCourt and Pillar International Publishing for sharing this wonderful book.

 

Slán agus beannacht leat!

(Goodbye and blessings)

 

Irish American Mom

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The Parting Glass By The UCD Choral Scholars

The Parting Glass is one of my favorite songs.  I always thought it was an Irish air when I was growing up, but have since discovered it’s originally Scottish. This song is evidence of the ties between Ireland and Scotland.  With a strong crossover between the two traditions, this air has been truly embraced by the Irish.

Here on my website I have not yet posted much about Irish music I listen to.  So today I thought it was high time to start sharing some of my favorite songs.

Here is a lovely arrangement and performance of The Parting Glass by the UCD Choral Scholars. A big thanks to a good friend who introduced me to this video.

 

What a beautiful rendition of this traditional air.  I hope this talented choral group releases a CD of Irish songs someday.

When I like a song, I love to mull over the reasons why it resonates with me.  The Parting Glass paints a lovely picture of friends taking leave. Yet the words go deeper.  On first hearing these simple lines reflect a gathering of true friends, who accept each other completely, who bear no ill will, and truly enjoy each other’s company.

But the more you listen, the more you realize this song may refer to the last parting between friends and family, a celebration of life, friendship, youth, and love.  This song is often sung at Irish and Scottish funerals.

 

The Parting Glass – Lyrics

 

“Of all the money that e’er I had,

I spent it in good company.

And of all the harm that e’er I’ve done,

Alas! it was to none but me.

And all I’ve done for want of wit

To my memory now I can’t recall

So fill to me a parting glass

Good night and joy be with you all.

 

Of all the comrades that e’er I had,

They’re sorry now for my going away,

And of all the sweethearts that e’er I’ve had,

They would wish me one more day to stay,

But since it falls unto my lot,

That I should rise and you should not,

I’ll gently rise and softly call,

Good night and joy be with you all.

 

A man may drink and not be drunk,

A man may fight and not be slain,

A man may court a pretty girl,

And perhaps be welcomed home again.

But since it has so ought to be,

A time to rise and a time to fall,

Fill to me a parting glass,

Good night and joy be with you all.

So, good night and joy be with you all.”

 

The second verse brings a tear to my eye, every time I hear it. Those simple, powerful words are the soul of this song for me. They honor the triumph of a simple, loyal life.

And so whether we sing this song as a celebration of good company, or of a life lived to the full, may the words inspire us to always be true to ourselves.  May our lives always reflect the spirited love of true friendships.

May 22nd, 2013 – Upadate:

 

Good news! The UCD Choral Scholars have released a new album that is now available for purchase on iTunes, called The Parting Glass.

 

 

Slán agus beannacht leat!

(Goodbye and blessings)

 

Irish American Mom

 

 

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Irish Folklore and Fairy Tales – Plus A Signed Book Giveaway By Sophie Moss, Author of the Seal Island Trilogy

Ireland is a land of mystery and magic. You can feel it in the sea spray crashing over the rocks, see it in the sunlight shimmering through the swift-moving clouds, and hear it in the rich, lilting voices of its people.

If you have ever traveled to Ireland, you may have felt an unexplainable yearning to slip down to the ocean at night to watch the moonlight sparkle over the surface of the water, or climb up to the edge of a soaring cliff to listen to the roar of the wind.

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For all the beauty and wonder of that rich green country, there is also a striking sense of comfort and familiarity that makes travelers feel like they’ve come home. I first visited Ireland on a study abroad program ten years ago. One of my favorite things to do at night was find a cozy pub and listen to the locals tell stories.

The Irish are notorious storytellers, and they’re known for slipping a touch of magic into their tales. It’s not surprising, since Ireland’s history is steeped in legends and myths. But while most people are familiar with leprechauns—those mischievous wee-folk celebrated on St. Patrick’s Day—there are many lesser-known creatures of Irish folklore. Banshees, changelings, faeries, and merrows all grace the pages of Irish folk and fairy tales. But it is the selkies that most captured my heart.

Selkies are sirens who exist as seals in the sea and can shed their skin and transform into women on land. Their captivating beauty and bewitching songs can enchant human men into following them back into the sea. But selkies have one notable vulnerability. If a selkie sheds her seal-skin on land, and a human man captures her pelt, she belongs to him. Without her pelt, she cannot return to the sea.

 

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A selkie’s story is always one of finding her home, whether that means returning to the sea, or finding a way to balance her longing for the ocean with her love for her human man. There are a few popular films which feature selkies. The Secret of Roan Inish, is a beautiful movie that I recommend to anyone who wants to learn more about selkies. Colin Farrell starred in a wonderful independent film called Ondine, which came out a few years ago. And there’s a sweet Hallmark movie starring Scott Glenn and Saffron Burrows, called The Seventh Stream.

My own Seal Island Trilogy was inspired by the selkie legends of Ireland. The Seal Island Trilogy is a collection of modern-day fairy tale romances set on a magical Irish island where wild roses hold secrets to powerful enchantments. My stories are filled with magic, mystery and romance. They feature strong heroines who are willing to fight for what they believe in and for the people they love.

Ireland is a country that teaches us to believe in magic and true love. It is a nation of rugged beauty and kind-hearted people. It is a charmed land where we might catch a glimpse of faery dewdrops in the grass at dawn, or hear the notes of a selkie’s song in the wind at night. It is a place that will always remind us that we are never too old to read fairy tales.

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About Sophie Moss:

 

Sophie Moss is the author of the Seal Island Trilogy. She lives in the Mid-Atlantic, US, where she is currently at work on her next novel. When she’s not writing, she’s fiddling in her garden, hunting for four-leaf clovers, or trying to convince a friend to have a Guinness with her at lunch. Find out more about Sophie on her website at Sophie Moss Writes.

 

The Seal Island Trilogy:

 

The Selkie Spell – Available On Amazon

The Selkie Enchantress – Available On Amazon

The Selkie Sorceress, Available April 25th, On Amazon

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The Giveaway:

 

Sophie Moss has graciously offered a signed copy of her first book, The Selkie Spell, as a prize to readers of Irish American Mom.

To enter just leave a comment on this blog post by noon on Saturday, April 27th, 2013 at noon.  In your comment tell us what legendary, magical or mythical character you most associate with Ireland.

A winning comment will be chosen randomly.  Remember to leave your e-mail so that I can contact you should you win.  Your e-mail won’t be published or shared, just used to contact our lucky winner.

The winner will be announced on Saturday April 27th, in a separate blog post.  I’ll send the winner an e-mail so that I can get the address for Sophie to mail the book.

 

Best of luck to everyone, and a big thank you to Sohpie Moss for this wonderful guest post and giveaway. 

 

Slán agus beannacht leat!

(Goodbye and blessings)

 

Irish American Mom

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Choosing A Topic For My Novel – The Great Irish Famine

Words fascinate me.  Their sounds convey meaning. Yet meanings change as words join forces into stories of the past, present and future.  Of all three types of tales, historical sagas intrigue me the most.

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Writers are story tellers and I long to tell the story of our Irish ancestors.   Over the twenty-something years I have spent living in America I have often heard people say:

 

“My family came here at the time of the Famine, but that is all I know.”

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“The Famine” is  a distant scar on the collective memory of the Irish diaspora here in America.  Many have told me they would love to learn more about this great calamity, but there are few recent fiction books written about the topic.

Two most notable novels are Liam O’Flaherty’s “Famine”, published in 1937, and Walter Macken’s “The Silent People” published in 1962.  In future posts I will share my reviews of these books, and more contemporary novels of the Famine.  I think I have read them all.

And so six years ago, when my triplets were born, I started creating my novel of the Great Hunger in my “spare time.”  Honestly I didn’t write much.  As I rocked colicky babies to sleep in my arms, I dreamed of my plot, my heroine, her trials and tribulations, and above all her determination and will to survive.

“The Famine!” I hear you gasp. “What a very depressing topic!” I may be crazy, but truth be told, I found my novel planning very therapeutic.  It helped distract me from the mayhem of my own life with four little ones aged two and under.  When my life seemed crazy, I always thought “it could be worse.”  If my ancestors made it through the famine, then I knew my life’s challenges were really a thing of nothing.

And so, my novel was born.  In the past six years I have read countless texts, facts, statistics, historical documents, proceedings of parliament, letters, and old newspaper articles to further my understanding of this world changing event.

My book has grown word-by-word, chapter-by-chapter into a novel chronicling the tragic course of events which culminated in the Great Irish Famine, a calamity so devastating a kingdom was engulfed in turmoil, forcing exile that would reshape nations for decades and centuries after.

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I think echoes of the famine have always haunted me, especially since I spent so much time as a child in Skibbereen, an area devastated between 1845 and 1850.  Before completing such extensive research for my book, I envisioned my Cork ancestors as victims, huddled around the hearth, hungry and afraid, not the survivors they truly were.

School history lessons in 1970′s Ireland made me think my forefathers had died.  In my head my family lay amongst the victims.  But if they had died I would not be here.  I am the descendant of survivors.  And so for me, the story of survival not death, is the one that needs telling.

I started questioning my view of the past.  What did my family do to survive?  Did they close their doors, shut themselves off from the world, conserve their resources and watch neighbors die and leave for America?

I learned that not only the Irish suffered.  All who lived on the small island of Ireland, both rich and poor, Irish and English, were trapped in a tragedy that destroyed a generation, altering a people’s thinking forever. The people of Ireland marked each other both callously and compassionately. We became “the silent people”.  I believe these chains of silent shame can only be broken, if we come to understand and accept how all the people of Ireland were affected by this devastating episode in Irish history.  The overlapping lives of my novel celebrate the capacity of the human spirit to stumble, to err, to forgive, to seek fulfillment, and above all else, to survive and endure.

I always carry a notebook, recording words, thoughts and simple stories that strike me as meaningful.  In the coming months I will share a series of posts, underscoring my understanding of the Irish Famine.  I’ll even explain why I still call the event the “Famine”, despite scholars now insisting we call it the “Great Hunger”.  I will share book recommendations, facts and stories, and even delve into my interpretation of how the famine played a role in creating the infamous Irish psyche of today and yesteryear.

I have worked on a few novels in the past, but never completed one to my satisfaction, one I could proudly present to a publisher.  Not until now.   My current novel-in-progress is nearing completion.  I am working tirelessly to edit and fine tune each chapter, so that my perfectionist’s streak will finally grant me permission to share it with the world.

When I do not post on this blog as frequently as you might like, please know that I am probably working feverishly on my book (or ferrying kids from soccer, to swimming, to Irish dancing, or else I am just plain exhausted).

Please forgive my sporadic blogging, as I finally complete my book, then learn and explore the complicated world of agents, editors and publishers. I look forward to this journey, praying my Irish ancestors’ love of the spoken and written word, continues to live through me.

 

 

Slán agus beannacht leat!

(Goodbye and blessings)

 

 

Irish American Mom

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Did Saint Patrick Really Banish All The Snakes From Ireland?

The story of St. Patrick banishing all the snakes from Ireland enthralls my children.  I love to watch their eyes open wide when they hear how the good saint charmed the nasty snakes right into the sea.

I heard my seven year old recounting the tale to his younger brothers and sister today.   He proclaimed the “facts” of their banishment with an air of Irish authority and pride in his voice.  I dared not suggest credit should be given to the weather and not St. Patrick, for accomplishing this legendary snake extermination feat.

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And how could we Irish ever doubt St. Patrick’s snake charming abilities?  Did we not grow up listening to the old traditional song “St. Patrick Was A Gentleman” which clearly confirms he “banished all the vermin”?  Written around 1820 by Henry Bennett, the chorus goes like this:

 

“Success to bold Saint Paddy’s fist,

He was a saint so clever

He gave the snakes and toads a twist

And banished them forever.”

 

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Snake Saturday - The St. Patrick's Day Parade In North Kansas City

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My favorite verse makes no bones of the fact that St. Patrick used every trick in the book to eliminate them all:

 

“There’s not a mile in Eireann’s isle where dirty vermin muster

But there he put his dear forefoot and murdered them in clusters.

The frogs went plop, the toads went flop, slapdash into the water

The snakes committed suicide to save themselves from slaughter.”

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Who could argue with plopping frogs, flopping toads and suicidal snakes?  I suppose only a geologist or scientist would dare to take on this legendary myth?

Ireland is an island today and totally snake free.  Grass snakes can be found in the neighboring island of Britain (the countries of England, Scotland and Wales).

But Ireland was not always an island!

Millions of years ago it was joined to Scotland, and probably at that time a few snakes slithered around on the Emerald Isle.  Then a great Ice Age covered northern Europe in glaciers killing all the snakes.  By the time the Irish ice finally melted 15 thousand years ago, a great channel of water separated Ireland from neighboring Scotland, preventing any snakes from finding their way back onto Ireland’s shores.

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So there’s the scientific explanation of the whole snake saga.  But still when I hear the words to our old song about St. Paddy and the snakes, a little part of me just can’t help but believe in the legend:

 

“Nine hundred thousand reptiles blue, he charmed with sweet discourses,

And dined on them at Killaloe in soups and second courses.”

 

Forget about the corned beef and cabbage on St. Paddy’s Day.  I think snake soup should be on the menu next year.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day.

 

 

Slan agus beannacht leat!

(Goodbye and blessings)

Irish American Mom

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